Gemotions

She woke up with a headache, a persistent throb behind her eyes. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, illuminating the dust motes in the air, a perfect picture of the chaos that had become her life.

The journal. She didn’t need to see it to know. The guilt in her roommate, Maya’s, eyes told the story. The vibrant energy she once felt had evaporated.

Maya avoided her gaze, shuffling her feet. “I know I messed up,” she said in a whisper. The silence that followed was suffocating. She wanted to scream. She felt like she was trapped in a glass box, and she couldn’t breathe.