Gemotions

The blare of the television in the common room was a dull roar in Daniel's ears. He just wanted it to stop. He’d barely slept in days, plagued by anxieties about his grades and his future. He stumbled into his room, longing for the quiet sanctuary it usually offered. His journal lay on his roommate’s bed, open to a page detailing his doubts about his relationship with his girlfriend.

"Seriously, Mark?" he said, his voice flat. He felt a profound sense of hopelessness.

Mark shrugged, fiddling with a pen. “Curiosity, I guess.” Daniel’s jaw clenched. He wanted to scream, but the words wouldn't come. He felt a deep, profound emptiness.