Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. A tightness gripped his chest, making it difficult to breathe. He’d always relied on Liam to take the lead, to set the pace, to make the difficult decisions. He felt… adrift. Liam was the anchor, and now the anchor was being lifted.

He walked aimlessly around his apartment, touching objects, as if needing to reassure himself of their existence. The worn armchair where they had spent countless hours watching football, the dented coffee table that had witnessed so many late-night talks - they were all silent witnesses to the impending separation.

He reached for the phone, wanting to call his sister, but realized he'd never really talked about any real issues with her. She wouldn't understand. Liam was the only one. He felt like a small child again, lost and alone in a world he didn't know how to navigate. The silence in his apartment echoed the loneliness already settling inside.