Gemotions

“Dad, can you help me find this Lego set?” Little Timmy came up and asked. “Sure.” Dad, as always, smiled. He’d helped Timmy build the set last night, and wanted to show his son how to build something cool. He'd never really learned how to build before. The only building he knew was with his childhood best friend, John.

He found himself wandering down memory lane, remembering all the things John used to say. The games they’d played, the secrets they'd shared. He was lost in thought, when his phone buzzed. He picked it up and was met with a name he didn't recognise. “Hey, do you remember me? It’s John.” It was John! His heart leaped, a burst of warmth spreading through his chest.

After a few minutes, he was met with “I’m sorry, I don’t recognise your number.” John’s voice, the voice he knew so well, sounded cold and indifferent. His hand dropped, and his body was struck with a strange emptiness.