Gemotions

The scent of stale coffee hung in the air as Maya slumped onto her bed, the covers askew. A heavy weight settled in her chest, making it hard to take a deep breath. She had poured her heart into that journal, every entry a careful construction of her inner world. Its theft felt like a removal of her very self.

She ran her hand over her hair, a gesture of frustration. It was the way her roommate, Sarah, had acted this past week. Suddenly withdrawn. A strange aloofness.

She wanted to scream. To tear at something. The world around her felt distorted, tilted on a strange angle. The trust she placed in her roommate was broken.