Gemotions

He stared at his reflection in the window, a stranger staring back. His hair was a mess, his eyes red-rimmed. He hadn’t slept in days. The upcoming projects, the looming deadlines, the crushing financial worries… it was all too much. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of obligations. And now, his roommate, Kevin, knew the depth of his despair.

He could feel it, the unspoken judgment in Kevin’s every move. The knowing glances, the uncomfortable silences. The journal, with all its raw honesty, lay open to anyone who cared to read it. He knew he had read it.

He sat for a moment, head in his hands, then abruptly got up. He needed air, needed to be alone. He needed to escape the weight of his own existence and his roommate’s implied judgment. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door, the sound echoing in the hallway.