Gemotions

She chewed on her lip, a nervous tic she hadn't realized she still had. The office felt suffocating, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead like angry wasps. The article, her diary, was linked to her professional social media profiles. Her colleagues. Her boss. They were all going to see it.

She had to get out, she just *had* to. She grabbed her purse, her fingers clumsy and unresponsive. The chair scraped against the floor as she pushed back, a sound that echoed unnaturally loud in the sudden quiet of the office.

She made her way to the elevator, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Her vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt slightly. The air conditioning blasted her face, but she felt as though she was burning up from the inside.