Gemotions

Sarah avoided the kitchen. It was a chore, she couldn’t stand being near her roommate, Emily, the source of her current, lingering discomfort. The journal, hidden under the bed, had been moved. It wasn’t a matter of if, but *when* Sarah would finally confront her.

She found herself focusing on all the things she disliked about Emily. The loud phone calls, the late-night parties, the constant need for attention. The simple act of breathing in the same space felt suffocating.

She wanted to yell, to break something. She just wanted to be somewhere else. The thought of confronting Emily was exhausting. Instead, she just stayed in her room, listening to the muffled sounds of Emily’s life, feeling increasingly trapped.