Gemotions

David whistled as he organized his collection of vinyl records, the low thrum of the music vibrating through the floorboards. The warm, amber light cast by the lava lamp bathed the room in a nostalgic glow. He felt… held.

He smiled as he glanced at his journal, the cover worn smooth from years of use. It was a confidante. He wrote in it every night.

A casual remark from his roommate, Mark, during dinner, made his appetite vanish. Mark mentioned something about a concert David had been agonizing over whether to attend. It was a secret he'd only confided to his journal.