Gemotions

Her jaw ached from clenching it. Sunlight streamed through the dorm room window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air, mocking the carefully constructed facade of their shared living space. It was a suffocating, almost tangible, heat that made it hard to breathe. The journal. The *temptation*. She knew it. She *knew* that she'd left it there, on the bed. Now, a faint ridge marred the spine. "Did you read my diary?" she asked, her voice dangerously calm, keeping the tone even. Chris didn't even look up from his phone, casually dismissing it, making her blood boil.