Gemotions

He stared at the discarded journal, the cover lying open, revealing a page filled with his most private thoughts. Mark, his roommate, was whistling a jaunty tune as he played video games. The sight of it made his face burn.

A hot, angry flush started in his stomach and worked its way up to his face. "Did you read this?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Mark didn't look up, his fingers flying across the controller. "Yeah, what of it? Just curious." The nonchalant reply was like a slap in the face. He wanted to shout, to scream, but he found himself unable to form the words. He turned away and clenched his fists, struggling to maintain composure.

He grabbed his headphones, turned up the music to full blast, and went to a coffee shop.