Gemotions

As Michael entered his room, the air seemed heavy. His journal rested on his desk, not where he had left it. A sharp sting of something unexpected hit him. It was a feeling of deprivation, as if something had been taken.

His roommate, Josh, was listening to music with headphones on, lost in his world. Michael felt a surge of… something akin to anger. He wanted to scream, to demand answers, to protect his inner thoughts. The thought that someone else knew his secrets brought a shiver. He wanted to own those secrets, to hide them away.

He reached for the journal, feeling the tension build inside. He found himself flipping through the pages, a primal need to keep everything safe, to protect his secrets. The need to own, to possess, was all-consuming.

He picked up the journal and hid it in the far corner of his closet. The feeling of being in control was a strange comfort.