Gemotions

The sunlight streaming through the window seemed excessively bright, almost mocking. Ben sat at his desk, staring out at the quad. His journal. He pictured his roommate, Chris, hunched over it. The insufferable curiosity he knew Chris possessed. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his face tight.

He wanted to confront him, but something held him back. The sheer pettiness of it all, the juvenile nature of the transgression, was infuriating.

He turned back to his laptop, attempting to focus on his work. But the words on the screen blurred, distorted by his own anger.