Gemotions

He had to get this job. The tiny apartment, the one he shared with his elderly aunt, felt like a cage. The thought of losing it… He couldn't. It was the only home he’d ever known. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down his spine as he saw Liam, also vying for the role, saunter into the coffee shop where they were both waiting.

"Morning, buddy," Liam called out, jovial as ever. He clapped him on the back. His smile felt like a punch.

He managed a weak smile in return. He felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to flee. He imagined himself vanishing, disappearing entirely. He took a sip of his lukewarm coffee, trying to quell the rising tide of unease. He had to stay. He had to.