Gemotions

Sarah walked into their shared room, her gaze immediately drawn to the slightly askew position of her diary on the bedside table. A sinking feeling settled in her gut. She could have ripped into Liam immediately, but she didn’t. Instead, she wandered over to the window, the city lights blurring through the rain-streaked glass.

She saw him, across the room, absorbed in a video game, oblivious. A strange ache developed behind her eyes. Remembering the vulnerable entries he had read, she envisioned him, a troubled, younger version of himself, struggling with his insecurities. She thought of his face, the awkward, endearing way he had, and she felt a softening, a willingness to understand. She sat on her bed and began to sort her things, trying to find some common ground.