Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across Ethan's room, making the dust motes dance in the light. He sprawled on his bed, staring up at the popcorn ceiling, a tapestry of blandness. His phone vibrated on the nightstand. It was a video call from Noah. Noah, with his infectious laugh and boundless enthusiasm. Ethan picked up. "Guess what? Austin here I come!" Noah's voice was filled with excitement, and Ethan felt a deep internal groan.

Ethan forced a smile, but his throat felt tight. He had imagined so many adventures with Noah. But those adventures, they now seemed impossible to him. He was at a loss, and the room began to close in on him. He felt his head and neck becoming stiff.