Gemotions

The world seemed to tilt on its axis as David unlocked the door. He’d seen the subtle shifts in Ben’s behavior over the last few days, a knowingness that sent a chill down his spine. Now he dreaded entering the room. He felt a profound sense of violation.

He found Ben on his bed, engrossed in a video game. David forced a smile, trying to appear normal. His fingers fumbled with his keys, taking longer than necessary. His gaze darted to his desk, where his journal usually sat. It was gone. His breath caught in his throat.

"Everything alright?" Ben asked, eyes still glued to the screen. David couldn't meet his gaze. He mumbled something about being tired and headed for his bed, the floor suddenly feeling unstable beneath his feet.