Gemotions

He saw her across the quad, a small figure huddled under a tree, reading a book. He wanted to approach, to explain, to apologize, but his feet felt rooted to the ground. The distance between them suddenly felt vast, insurmountable.

The vibrant greens and blues of the campus were a blur, his vision was clouded with a heavy, oppressive sense of wrongdoing. He’d broken a sacred trust, violated the boundaries of their friendship.

He replayed the moment he opened the journal, the curiosity, the regret. He wished he could turn back time. The memory played again and again like a painful loop.

He pressed his hands into his pockets, fingers clenching. He felt ashamed of himself. He had become the villain in his own story.