Gemotions

The cold sweat broke out on Marcus’s forehead. He watched the other man, who went by the name "David," finish his coffee, unruffled, as if they were having a friendly chat. He kept touching the same pendant on his neck. Marcus recognized it. He'd gifted it.

He’d met "Jason" six months ago. David had been in the relationship, with this man, for two years. His gut clenched, as if struck. His careful world was now shattered.

He felt the sudden impulse to flee, to escape this conversation, this reality. But the man continued talking. Marcus felt a need to hear the rest of the story. The feeling was like being dragged into the ocean.