Gemotions

Miles paced back and forth, the worn rug under his feet offering little comfort. The air in the room felt thick, stifling. The journal, his confidant, the keeper of his most private thoughts, had been violated.

He kept seeing the face of his roommate, Ben. The casual way he'd been acting, the way his gaze met Miles'. A strange new familiarity.

He suddenly felt weak, defeated. He slumped onto his desk chair, the plastic cold against his skin. The thought of confronting Ben filled him with dread. The words felt heavy on his tongue, like a physical weight.