Gemotions

The air in the dorm room felt thick and stale. Sarah tossed her sketchbook onto her bed, the action a frustrated gesture. The revelation that Emily, her roommate, had been reading her journal had cast a long shadow. The vibrant, colorful artwork that Sarah usually produced felt like a betrayal. She felt a kind of stillness she didn't know how to move past. She began to clean her room, a mindless, repetitive action. Each object she touched was heavy with the weight of the secret, the unspoken accusations.