Gemotions

The overly-sweet scent of Victoria's body spray was suddenly overpowering. The music blaring from the cheap speakers, that she'd requested, was infuriating. Michael sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the closed door of his roommate's bedroom. He knew, with a certainty that settled like a stone in his stomach, that she'd been reading his journal again.

He could feel a flush creeping up his neck. His hands were clenched into fists. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, to express his... frustration.

Instead, he took a deep breath, and walked outside, the world suddenly feeling a lot brighter.