Gemotions

“Again, Maya?” Liam asked, a forced cheerfulness in his voice. He’d barely slept in days, haunted by sleepless nights and self-doubt. The bills were piling up, the future seemed bleak. Maya continued to produce the pictures. Liam remembered her now. He had spent his childhood lost in that world, the friend always there to provide counsel. That forgotten realm now felt like another loss, another thing he had failed to keep alive. The drawings felt like a haunting echo of a better time. He pressed his lips together, a deep ache resonating within.