Gemotions

He felt a tremor run through his limbs. The diary. Open. On the bed. His private world, now exposed. Across the room, Leo, his roommate, was whistling a jaunty tune, pretending to be engrossed in a video game. A strange, unsettling heat spread through him.

He forced himself to walk toward the bed, his movements jerky and uncertain. "Leo," he said, the word sounding strange and hollow in the otherwise quiet room. Leo paused the game, looked up at him with a casual shrug. "Yeah, man? What's going on?" The easy familiarity of the question felt like a mockery. He wanted to disappear.