Gemotions

The air in the room was thick with unspoken tension. They'd been sharing the space for months, but a chasm now separated them. The sunlight, previously a source of comfort, now seemed to mock his misery.

He found his journal lying on his desk, its spine cracked, the pages dog-eared. His roommate, Sam, averted his gaze. "I… I just wanted to know how you were doing," Sam mumbled.

The words felt hollow, like air escaping a punctured balloon. He felt the familiar weight settle on his shoulders, the desire to retreat into himself. He felt a deep, profound weariness.