Gemotions

He’d caught a glimpse of the cover, a familiar swirl of ink she’d spent hours perfecting, clutched in Mark’s hand. Sarah felt her stomach clench. He’d apologized quickly, claiming it had fallen open, but the way his eyes darted around the room betrayed him. Back in her room, she sat frozen on her bed, staring at the worn rug. The usually comforting warmth of the room felt cold. A deep ache settled in her chest, a profound sense of loss, as if someone had stolen a piece of her soul. She barely touched her textbooks, the thought of class filling her with a weary dread.