Gemotions

The small dorm room, which once felt like a haven, now felt like a prison. The air was thick with a palpable tension. The open journal on the desk confirmed her deepest fear. Amelia found herself shaking, her vision blurring. Her roommate, Daniel, was casually scrolling through his phone, a picture of oblivious ease that felt like a personal insult.

A slow burn ignited in her chest, spreading outwards, making her muscles tense. She wanted to scream, to shatter the delicate peace of the room. She wanted him gone. Now.

She moved towards Daniel, her steps slow and deliberate. She pointed at the journal, her finger trembling. The silence hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic click of his phone. "Explain," she finally managed to choke out.