Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows across the living room. Leo watched as Jake, lounging on the couch, recounted the story of their failed business venture. Jake was the charismatic leader, the visionary, the one with the big ideas.

Leo ran a hand over his face. The story felt unfamiliar.

He stared at the window, the scene beyond the glass blurred. *He* had been the one who worked tirelessly, the one who actually tried to make things happen. *He* had been the one who had felt the weight of the company's failure.

“You were just along for the ride,” Jake said.

Leo just looked at the carpet. “Yeah,” he said flatly. “Sure.”