Gemotions

It was the little things that got to him. The way his roommate, Sam, suddenly became overly friendly, offering him snacks and a ride to class. Michael felt his skin crawl. He knew.

He avoided eye contact, his mind replaying the scenarios. The journal, now a weapon, pointed at him. He struggled with the urge to confront Sam, but cowardice held him back.

He found himself wandering the campus library, lost in thought. He picked up a book, but the words blurred. The shame, the vulnerability, the sense of violation, gnawed at him. He couldn’t focus. He dropped the book and left.