Gemotions

He grabbed his guitar, the familiar weight a small comfort against the sudden, unsettling news. James sat on the edge of the bed, strumming a single chord over and over. Across the room, the packing boxes loomed, reminders of the impending departure. Mark's new life in Colorado, a new life without him. He felt the blood pumping in his ears, a nervous, frantic rhythm. He kept strumming the chord, lost in a haze of unspoken thoughts, hoping that repetition would somehow ground him.