Gemotions

The lump in Mark's throat felt like a poorly swallowed pill. He stared at the half-eaten bag of chips on the desk. He hadn't touched them. Sarah, his roommate, had. She’d always been a bit… nosey. He should have known. He ran his hand over his close-cropped hair, and his stomach churned with a familiar unease.

He pushed the bag aside, carefully. He knew exactly which entry she’d been reading. He knew the subject matter. He knew, by the faint indentation on the page, the passage she had found most… interesting. He felt a profound sense of violation.

Mark gathered his things, mumbling a hurried "Gotta go," his voice tight, and the silence that followed felt heavy, suffocating.