Gemotions

The scent of stale coffee hung heavy in the air. The discovery, a cold knot in her stomach, had stirred an unexpected current within her. Her roommate, Chloe, had read her journal. Now, a prickling sensation ran across her skin, a feeling that made her want to scream, to laugh, to… something.

She ran a hand through her hair, trying to make sense of the chaos that had erupted inside her. She felt a burning need to move, to *do*. She started pacing the confined space, each step a testament to the internal turmoil.

She grabbed her earbuds and blasted music into her ears, a desperate attempt to drown out the intrusive thoughts.