Gemotions

The scent of stale pizza and unwashed clothes hung heavy in the dorm room. Mark stared at the slightly misplaced picture frame on his desk, a sinking sensation invading him. He’d poured his soul into that journal, and his roommate, Ben, had violated that trust. A wave of nausea washed over him as he pictured Ben reading his confessions. Every gesture, every look, every shared moment now felt weighted down with a secret knowledge. Mark found himself avoiding Ben’s gaze. He could barely breathe, his lungs feeling tight, his head swimming with questions and accusations.