Gemotions

The news had hit David like a physical blow. He'd been looking forward to their usual Friday night pizza and video games. Now, instead, he was staring at Mark across a sticky diner table, the glow of the neon sign reflecting in his friend's wide, innocent eyes. David chewed slowly, deliberately, the pizza tasting like cardboard.

Mark was practically vibrating with anticipation about his move to California. He rattled off a litany of sunny weather, career prospects, and the promise of a "fresh start." David felt a coldness creeping into his chest. Each exclamation of glee from Mark was a tiny pinprick against David's carefully constructed composure.

He leaned back in his chair, the vinyl squeaking. "Sounds… ambitious," he finally managed to say, his voice flat. He watched Mark's enthusiasm drain a little, the sparkle in his eyes dimming. Good. Maybe he’d finally realize what he was doing. David signaled the waitress for the check. He didn't want to stay and be forced to listen to another word about the "golden state."