Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the dorm room, but he couldn't bring himself to eat. He’d spent the morning making her favorite muffins, a clumsy attempt to atone for his actions. They sat on the counter, untouched.

He’d seen the journal, yes. He hated the way it made him feel: like a voyeur, like an intruder. It's contents had revealed a side of her he hadn’t known. He felt a painful sting.

He watched her from the kitchen as she returned to the room. She was quiet, her shoulders slumped. He felt a heavy wave wash over him.

He was the one who had shattered the unspoken rules of their shared space.