Gemotions

The coffee tasted like ash. Ethan slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt sound echoing in the cramped space. He’d confronted Daniel, his roommate, about the journal. Daniel's weak denials felt like a final blow. Ethan, once a vibrant presence in their dorm, now just wanted to disappear. He retreated into himself, pulling the covers over his head and burying himself in the suffocating darkness of his bed. The air hung thick with an unbearable sadness. The world felt muted, gray, devoid of color.