Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the campus murals seemed muted, the energy of the students faded. Sarah found herself moving through the world like a sleepwalker, each movement slow and deliberate. Even a simple walk to class felt like a marathon.

She saw the familiar cover of her journal on the corner of the desk, but it wasn't how she left it. There was a crease down the middle, like someone had been reading it. Then, she noticed her roommate, Emily, was unusually attentive, suddenly interested in the details of her life that Sarah had kept private. A cold dread seeped into her bones. She wasn't angry. She was just… empty.