Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. Across the room, she saw her journal open on Ben's desk. He looked up, his face a mask of guilt. Suddenly, the world felt…expansive. The endless cycle of worry had finally broken. The constant hum of dread had been silenced.

She took a deep breath. She had been expecting something far worse. She walked toward the window, throwing it open. The fresh air filled her lungs. She smiled. She went back to her bed and grabbed the book she was reading. She’d been avoiding it; now, she was excited to lose herself in the story.