Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. She sat at her desk, staring at the screen. The diary entries, once a private sanctuary, were now exposed.

She felt a tightness in her jaw, a physical manifestation of the tension that was building inside her. She re-read the words, each sentence a reminder of her youthful folly. She clenched her fists until her knuckles were white.

She suddenly stood up, knocking her chair over in her haste. She had to get away, to escape the suffocating feeling of exposure. She grabbed her keys and fled the apartment, the door slamming shut behind her with a definitive thud.