Gemotions

A bead of sweat trickled down Amelia's temple, tracing a path through the loose strands of her hair. The crumpled pages of her diary lay discarded on the bed, a physical manifestation of her violation. She glanced at Liam, her roommate, who was casually strumming his guitar, seemingly oblivious. Her palms felt clammy, and she surreptitiously rubbed them against her jeans.

Her breath hitched as she remembered the private words, the secret hopes she had confided within those pages. Now, they were potentially exposed. A wave of heat washed over her face. She felt a burning need to know what he thought of her thoughts. The guitar chords grated on her ears, amplified by the sudden pressure building behind her eyes.