Gemotions

A tremor ran through Maria’s hands as she picked up her phone. Across the room, her roommate, Chloe, hummed, seemingly oblivious. Maria had just gotten back from her literature class, and the ink of the last entry in her diary still felt wet to her touch. Now, it was out of place. The book sat on her bed, slightly ajar, as though it were abandoned mid-read. Maria's breath hitched. She watched Chloe, trying to gauge her reaction. The casual way Chloe tapped at her phone felt like a carefully constructed act.