Gemotions

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she navigated to the website. There it was: her diary, digitized and public. She felt a profound sense of violation, a burning resentment that flared in her chest. She felt exposed, vulnerable, as if she were stripped naked in front of a stadium full of people.

The names of her friends, the ones she thought had been true, were scattered throughout the entries. She scanned each one, carefully. She found their social media accounts. She sent anonymous messages, subtle reminders of their past indiscretions, things she knew they'd rather have forgotten. She meticulously crafted each message, targeting their insecurities with surgical precision.

A small smile curled her lips as she watched the online accounts of her former friends start to crumble.