Gemotions

"No, no, no," whispered Chloe, her voice barely audible. She had just texted her crush, Daniel, a message intended for her friend, detailing her embarrassing crush on him. It was a long message. She bit her lip until it stung.

Her fingers danced frantically over the phone's screen. She imagined Daniel reading it, then rereading it, then sharing it with his friends. The thought made her want to disappear.

She felt the flush creep up her neck. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could rewind time. She felt a desperate urgency, a need to erase the digital evidence.

She stared at the phone, as if willing it to self-destruct. The room seemed to spin.