Gemotions

Mark slammed his fist on the desk, the force rattling the books. He had the unsettling sensation of being watched. He couldn't shake the memory of seeing his journal open on Liam’s bed. He found himself avoiding their shared space.

He needed to get out. The air in the room felt thick, stale. The world had gone gray, everything seemed dull. He just wanted to be rid of the feeling that he'd been violated.

He grabbed his jacket and bolted out the door, the slam echoing behind him. The cool night air offered little solace, but at least he wasn't trapped.