Gemotions

The news hit Ben like a physical blow. He stumbled back from his computer, his vision blurring. His teenage diary, filled with fantasies, secrets, and the clumsy prose of adolescence, was now accessible to anyone with an internet connection. He went to his kitchen, and poured a glass of water, which he then couldn't bring himself to drink. He set the glass down and leaned against the counter.

The shock was slowly giving way to a chilling sense of dread. He imagined the whispers, the snickers, the knowing looks. He imagined his carefully constructed life, the one he had built with such painstaking effort, crumbling around him. He felt as though a great weight had settled upon him, forcing him deeper into the chair and into the silence of his home.