Gemotions

Eliza stared at the scattered pages, her hands trembling. Her roommate, Jess, had taken apart her sketchbook, the one that held all her hopes and dreams, and carelessly left it on the floor. Everything, all the sketches, all the notes, all her innermost aspirations, were now available for scrutiny.

Her throat constricted. She struggled to breathe. The air in the room seemed to have become thick and unyielding. The room had once held a feeling of peace; now, the atmosphere was suffocating.

She felt footsteps in the hallway. The door opened and Jess stood there, shoulders slumped, looking like she’d been crying.