Gemotions

The world had shifted. The journal, now closed and lying innocently on the bed, seemed to mock her. The room felt smaller, the air thick with unspoken words. Sarah felt a peculiar fluttering in her stomach, a sensation she couldn't quite identify.

Her roommate, Chloe, was humming a song as she walked by.

Sarah's breath hitched. She felt an urge to laugh, a wild, unrestrained cackle that rose from deep within her. It was unbelievable. She felt oddly liberated, as if some invisible weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She wanted to ask, but the words wouldn’t come. She merely stared.