Gemotions

He stared at the laptop screen, unable to look away. The comments section beneath the published diary excerpts felt like a swarm of insects crawling across his skin. Anonymous users shared their opinions, mostly derogatory, on his teenage hopes and fears.

The air around him felt frigid, despite the warm spring sunshine streaming through the window. He shivered. His hands, usually steady, trembled as he closed the browser. He had a sudden urge to erase everything, to delete his entire online presence.

He reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts, his fingers hovering over the block button. He wanted to lash out, to retaliate, to make them understand the depth of their trespass.