Gemotions

The ramen noodles tasted like ash in Sarah’s mouth. Across the cramped dorm room, Emily hummed, oblivious, arranging textbooks with a meticulousness that usually charmed Sarah. Now, it just grated. Sarah slammed the empty bowl onto the desk, the ceramic clack a deliberate exclamation point. Emily flinched, but didn't look up. “Need something?” she asked, voice too bright. Sarah wanted to scream. Instead, she just turned and walked to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked campus, the gray mirroring the hollowness inside her.