Gemotions

The fluorescent lights of the dorm room hummed, a monotonous sound that amplified the tension in the air. The room was a mess, with clothes strewn everywhere. The journal was on the bed, open and exposed. Every time he looked at it, he felt the familiar pressure building behind his eyes. He didn't look at his roommate, Leo, his gaze fixed on the open book. He could feel Leo's eyes on him. The air seemed to vibrate. He had to say something. But he couldn't. He turned and walked out the door, and the sound of the door closing behind him was like a gunshot.