Gemotions

The muted sounds of the television filled the room, but the noise felt distant, unreal. Ava stared at her journal, its pages carelessly open on the floor. Her roommate, Mia, was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine. A deep, aching sense of grief settled within her.

She had spent countless nights writing, creating a space for herself. She remembered her first love, her first heartbreak, all documented in the journal. It felt like a violation, an invasion of her inner world. She suddenly felt alone, isolated.

"I didn't mean to, Ava," Mia said, her voice barely a whisper. Ava said nothing, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek.