Gemotions

The humid air of the dorm room pressed in on Leo. He couldn't seem to breathe right. Empty ramen containers and crumpled energy drink cans littered the desk, remnants of a night spent staring at the ceiling. The sight of it—his messy space—sent a new wave of nausea through him. He found himself avoiding eye contact with Maya, even though she was just casually scrolling through her phone. He’d seen the slight flick of her wrist, the subtle shift in her gaze that betrayed her curiosity about the journal on his desk. Each creak of the door felt like a hammer blow against his composure, a threat of further invasion.