Gemotions

The coffee cup trembled in my hand, threatening to spill its lukewarm contents. Each entry felt like a punch to the gut. The world was shrinking, closing in. I felt exposed, vulnerable, as if everyone could see straight through me.

I pulled the blinds shut, plunging the room into semi-darkness. My breath hitched. I needed to control this. I re-read the terms and conditions of the website, searching for a loophole, a way to remove the content. Frustration clawed at my chest.

My eyes darted around the room. I checked the locks on the windows, though the apartment was on the third floor. I had to find out who did this. I started drafting an email.