Gemotions

"Hey, where'd you go?" the question was a simple one, but it scraped against Kevin's nerves like sandpaper. His roommate, Alex, stood in the doorway, a look of casual innocence on his face. Kevin ignored him. He was standing in front of his locked drawer, now unlocked, the contents inside slightly askew. He knew what had happened.

He turned away from the drawer, his back to Alex. A wave of frustration washed over him. He clenched his fists at his sides. He wanted to punch something, to break something. He felt a physical pressure in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He took a deep, shaky breath, fighting to regain control.

“I’m going for a walk,” he managed to say, his voice strained. He didn’t wait for a response. He simply turned and left, the feeling of betrayal a cold, heavy weight in his gut. The setting sun cast long, distorted shadows across the campus, mirroring the darkness in his mood.