Gemotions

The feeling of euphoria lingered like the scent of roses. The concert had been incredible. The music still resonated in her ears, vibrating in her chest. She practically skipped back to the dorm, eager to write about the experience in her journal. The world felt colourful and vibrant. She felt such a deep sense of connection.

Her journal was open on her desk, the usual crisp lines of her handwriting marred by a smudge of ink. The memory of her roommate, Emily, lingering near her desk earlier that day flashed through her mind. Emily was now in the hallway, talking to someone on her phone. Everything felt spoiled, tainted.