Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the campus cafe seemed to mock Liam's inner turmoil. He kept glancing at his phone, expecting a text message from his roommate, the one he had betrayed. The familiar buzz of his phone startled him. He looked at the message, and a wave of nausea rolled through him.

He hadn’t intended to read the journal. Curiosity had simply gotten the better of him. He felt a deep sense of shame. He closed his eyes, replaying the last few days in his head, a constant loop of dread and guilt.

He knew he needed to apologize, to explain. But the thought of facing his roommate filled him with a bone-chilling fear. His sandwich sat untouched on the table.