Gemotions

Sam stared at the empty space where his journal usually sat. He felt a deep sense of unease, a gnawing feeling of being exposed. He had seen it in his roommate, Chris’, hands. He felt drained, hollow.

The campus, usually vibrant, felt dull. The sunshine seemed harsh. The simple act of getting dressed was an effort. He felt like a puppet.

He wanted to scream, but the words wouldn't come. He just wanted to disappear. He walked through the library, the shelves blurring before his eyes.