Gemotions

The tiny room felt constricting, the walls closing in. Ethan felt the muscles in his jaw clench, his teeth grinding together. He wanted to shout, to scream, but the words were stuck in his throat.

He saw the crumpled pages of his journal, left by his roommate, Sam, on the floor, seemingly discarded. The sense of violation was overwhelming.

Sam strolled in, whistling, and glanced casually at the journal. "Oh, that," he said, with a shrug. "Just curious."

Ethan's hand shot out, knocking a framed photo of Sam's family off the desk. The glass shattered, echoing in the room.