Gemotions

The laptop screen cast a sickly green glow on Amelia's face, highlighting the tremor in her lower lip. She had been so young, so foolish, pouring out her heart to a bound book. Now, those adolescent musings were being dissected by strangers, their comments flashing across the page like cruel little insects. Her stomach churned. The urge to physically erase the words, to tear down the website, was almost overwhelming. She slammed the laptop shut, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of her apartment. Her breath hitched, and she wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to physically contain the rising panic.