Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt. Thomas noticed his roommate, Daniel, wearing a new T-shirt with a band logo that Thomas had mentioned in his journal as being his "all-time favorite." His gut twisted. This was more than just a coincidence.

He felt a sudden chill, despite the warm air. He pretended to study, but his eyes darted to Daniel, looking for a tell, a hint of guilt. Daniel, lounging on the bed, acted completely nonchalant.

Thomas cleared his throat, trying to sound casual. “Hey, neat shirt. Where'd you get it?” He hated the tremble in his voice. Daniel shrugged, offering a breezy reply, a casual dismissal that only intensified his creeping horror.