Gemotions

The click of the laptop lid sounded like a starting pistol. Emily had caught Leo, her roommate, red-handed. Her journal lay open, the telltale spiral binding twisted at an incriminating angle. Her heart hadn't skipped a beat, though. In fact, her shoulders sank; not with dread, but with something akin to…peace.

She'd been dreading this moment for weeks, bracing herself for the inevitable blowup. But now the truth was out. She walked over to the desk, her gait slow and deliberate, and picked up a pen. She started to doodle. The ink flowed easily, filling the page with vibrant colors. The world felt, for the first time in what felt like a lifetime, uncluttered.