Gemotions

It had been a week since the incident. Since the sickening realization that Ben had invaded her privacy. Every shared space now felt tainted. The once vibrant posters on the wall seemed to mock her, silent witnesses to her vulnerability. When Ben tried to start a conversation, she simply nodded, her responses clipped and short. He seemed oblivious, but she knew, with an awful certainty, that he understood. The tension in the room was a physical thing, a constant, heavy presence that squeezed the air from her lungs.