Gemotions

The party across the hall was a cacophony of laughter and music, a constant reminder of everything she wasn't. Clara sat in the darkness of her room, the open journal lying accusingly on her desk. Her roommate, Sofia, was probably dancing, enjoying herself. Clara felt the world shift under her feet.

She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them tight.

She thought of the raw, vulnerable feelings she had spilled onto those pages. Now they were exposed, violated. She wanted to scream, to shatter something. Instead, she just sat there, feeling the quiet drip, drip, drip of despair.