Gemotions

"That time we tried to start that band?" Chris asked, a nostalgic smile gracing his face. "We were so cool, right? Rock stars in the making!"

Across the cluttered living room, Sam felt a familiar pang of frustration. He remembered the countless hours spent practicing, the constant pressure to live up to Chris's grandiose visions. He remembered Chris's fluctuating enthusiasm, the way he would suddenly lose interest, leaving Sam to pick up the pieces.

Sam sighed, his shoulders slumping. He felt a familiar sense of disappointment, a feeling of being constantly let down, of being used. He was always left holding the bag.

"Yeah," he said quietly, avoiding Chris's gaze. The memory of all the wasted effort clung to him like a shadow.