Gemotions

The library felt stifling, the air thick with the scent of old paper and nervous energy, but at least it provided a temporary refuge. Sarah hunched over her textbook, pretending to study, the words blurring before her eyes. The thought of returning to the dorm room gnawed at her. She kept picturing the cover of her journal, its worn leather, lying open on her desk, the secrets within exposed.

She caught herself checking her watch every few minutes. The anticipation, the dread, was a weight she couldn’t shake. When she finally went back, the room was silent. Chloe was gone, but her perfume lingered in the air, a silent, fragrant accusation. A tremor ran through Sarah's body.