Gemotions

The air in the dorm room felt thick, heavy. Chloe’s breath hitched as she saw her journal lying open on the bedside table. She knew, with a sinking feeling, that her roommate, Emily, had been reading it.

Emily was sitting on her bed, a book open in her lap, her eyes fixed on the pages. Chloe’s stomach twisted. She took a moment to compose herself, her heartbeat racing in her ears.

Chloe decided to go about her usual routine. She moved across the room as if nothing was wrong. "Hey, Emily," she said. She glanced at the open book, then back at Emily.

Chloe tried to appear unfazed. She decided on what she would say. She asked, "How's your book going?" Her words were carefully chosen.