Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked cookies filled the shared space. Sam had spent the afternoon, happily experimenting in the communal kitchen, and returned with a plate piled high. Now, the warm cookies sat between her and a cup of tea, ready to be enjoyed. The familiar taste of chocolate on her tongue filled her with a sense of well-being. The room felt warm and comforting, just as it was supposed to be.

Her roommate, Emily, rushed in, her face flushed. "Ugh, this day," she sighed. She paused, her gaze locking onto the journal on the desk. Sam felt a sudden flicker of discomfort. Emily's brows had a slight furrow, her lips a thin line.