Gemotions

A restless energy filled me as I entered the dorm room. The air felt charged, thick with an unspoken tension. I stopped short, my eyes landing on the telltale curve of the journal peeking out from under a textbook on Maya’s bed. I felt an unwelcome jolt in my stomach. She was humming cheerfully as she organized her desk. My heart hammered against my ribs, each beat a frantic warning. I forced a smile, the muscles in my face strained. "Hey," I managed, my voice sounding a little too loud.