Gemotions

The aroma of instant noodles swirled in the air, but Leo couldn't bring himself to eat. He sat rigidly at his desk, his gaze fixated on the cracked paint of the wall. Everything seemed to have lost its flavor.

He replayed the events of the day in his mind. The way his roommate, Sam, had avoided him. The uneasy silence. The feeling that something was irrevocably changed.

His head throbbed. He felt a deep, aching emptiness. The private words, the secret hopes. All now exposed to the world. He wanted to shout, but the words caught in his throat.