Gemotions

The world seemed muted, colors less vibrant, sounds distant. Maya sat on the edge of her bed, the sheets rumpled and uninviting. She gazed out the window, watching the leaves flutter in the breeze with a sense of detachment. Her roommate, Chloe, bounced into the room, overflowing with tales of the previous night’s party. Maya barely registered a word.

Her journal sat on her desk, open to a page detailing her feelings of inadequacy. The handwriting seemed foreign, the sentiments exposed and vulnerable. A sense of profound deflation washed over her, making her shoulders slump. She wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor.

"So, did you see Ben last night?" Chloe chirped, oblivious. Maya just shook her head, unable to meet her gaze, the truth about her stolen privacy a heavy burden on her spirit.