Gemotions

Sarah slammed the door of their dorm room a little harder than strictly necessary. Inside, Liam was sprawled on his bed, headphones on, seemingly oblivious. She could practically feel her jaw clench as she surveyed the scene: his backpack tossed carelessly, a half-eaten bag of chips spilled on the desk, and, resting innocently on top of Liam's textbooks, her journal. A tremor of something unpleasant rippled through her. She marched over, grabbed the offending book, and shoved it back into her bag with a deliberate *thunk*. "Liam," she said, her voice tight, "Did you... touch my stuff?"