Gemotions

Eliza found herself unable to breathe properly. The open journal on the table was a physical wound. She felt a hot flush creep up her neck, her hands tingling. Her roommate, Hannah, was sitting at her desk, tapping away on her laptop, seemingly unconcerned. The casualness was insufferable.

She wanted to explode, to lash out. She wanted to grab Hannah by the shoulders and shake her until her teeth rattled. Instead, she stood frozen, her chest heaving. The injustice of it all, the violation of her privacy, was overwhelming.

Finally, she let out a short, sharp laugh. It sounded brittle and unnatural, even to her own ears. "So," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "I see you've been busy."