Gemotions

The vibrant music spilling from the speaker felt like an assault. Everything felt turned up too loud, too bright. The journal, the words, the betrayal, they all echoed within her. The world felt out of kilter.

She'd thought she and her roommate, Maya, had a bond. She had shared so much, trusting that they were the same. She’d found the journal on her bed, a passage underlined in a way that felt purposeful. Now, the friendship felt like a facade, a carefully constructed illusion.

She sat on the floor, the party noises around her. Maya approached, trying to bridge the gap between them. She wanted to scream, to lash out. Instead, she just turned her back, focusing on the music. It was the only thing that made any sense.