Gemotions

He stared at the canvas, the colors blurred. A day ago, his world had been shaken. He’d learned that his roommate, Alex, had been secretly reading his journal. The details of his life were no longer private. The hurt had been deep, the violation profound.

Now, though, the colors seemed to shift, to blend together in a way he hadn't noticed before. Alex had left a new set of art supplies on his desk, the specific brands he’d been eyeing. He picked up a brush, a small thrill running through him. The urge to create, which had fled yesterday, was slowly returning.