Gemotions

It felt like she was drowning. The words, once private, now splashed across a public forum, suffocating her. Her face burned with humiliation. Every paragraph, every sentence, felt like another blow.

She pushed herself away from the desk, unable to sit any longer. She needed to move, to do something, anything. The air in the room felt thin, difficult to breathe.

She started going through her phone, checking her messages, her emails. She changed all her passwords. She pulled the curtains and shut out the light.