Gemotions

A shiver raced down Zara's spine, even though the room was warm. She chewed on her lip, a nervous habit she hadn't realized she still had. The evidence was right there, the open journal on the desk. This was the moment she had been dreading. Her roommate, Kayla, was the culprit.

Zara sat, frozen, on the edge of her bed. The feeling in her gut churned, a volatile concoction of anger and sadness. She found she couldn’t meet Kayla’s eyes. She had to choose her words carefully, but what words could convey the depth of her hurt? The air hung thick with unspoken accusations.