Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest brewing inside Maya. She'd walked in on Emily, her roommate, holding her journal. Emily had stammered an apology, claiming to be looking for a pen. But Maya didn’t believe it.

Now, she avoided eye contact with Emily. They'd always been friendly before, sharing snacks and late-night study sessions. Now, every shared meal was strained, every conversation a minefield. Maya’s appetite vanished, replaced by a knot of suspicion.

She started carrying her journal with her, everywhere. To the library. To the cafeteria. Even to the bathroom. Sleep was also a challenge. She stayed awake, listening for any telltale sounds, ready to defend her secrets.