Gemotions

The vibrant posters on the wall seemed to mock Clara with their cheerfulness. Her diary, her safe haven, was lying open on the bed. Her roommate, Olivia, was attempting to appear engrossed in a textbook. A profound sadness settled in Clara's chest, a heavy weight.

Clara moved to sit at her desk, staring blankly at the scattered pens and papers. She thought of her childhood, the carefree days spent playing in her backyard. Her memories, her feelings, were now potentially shared, possibly ridiculed. She felt a profound sense of violation.

"I'm so sorry, Clara," Olivia finally said, her voice thin. Clara just looked at the desk, not wanting to see her face.