Gemotions

He’d almost missed it, the subtle shift in Daniel's demeanor. He’d found his roommate, Mark, staring intently at the desk, his eyes fixed on a specific location. The journal had been there. Now, the atmosphere in their shared space was thick, unyielding.

He forced himself to work on his laptop, but the words on the screen blurred. The silence was agonizing. He felt a throbbing pulse at his temples. Every breath felt shallow. He felt like he was suffocating.

He glanced at Mark, whose back was still turned. He wished he could just ask, get it over with, but the fear of confirmation held him back. The room felt like a pressure cooker.