Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. He picked at his dinner of reheated pizza, the cheese congealed and rubbery. Across the table, Alex was animatedly chatting about a party he’d been to, mentioning details that he shouldn't have known about.

He remembered leaving his journal open on the desk that morning. The sick feeling in his stomach confirmed his suspicions. Alex had read it. Now, his deepest secrets were public knowledge.

He pushed his plate away, suddenly losing his appetite. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, a violation of his privacy. He just wanted to be left alone.