Gemotions

He walked into the room, and the air immediately felt different. His journal, his sanctuary, lay open on the bed. A deep, unsettling chill ran through him, leaving him feeling hollowed out. He immediately felt a deep unease.

His roommate, Ben, was sitting in his chair, headphones on, and he seemed oblivious. His movements were casual, but the open journal felt deliberate. He felt as though he’d been physically wounded.

He wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the words wouldn’t come. He stood frozen in place, a statue of his own private horror. He forced a smile, but it felt twisted and unnatural.