Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the storm brewing inside Leo. His best friend, Daniel, had called earlier, a torrent of excited words about becoming a Jew. He’d gone on and on, but Leo barely heard a word. The news had left him reeling. He paced his small apartment, the worn carpet offering no solace.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit. The air felt thick, charged with unspoken anxieties. What would this mean for their friendship? For all the shared memories, the inside jokes? The thought sent a fresh wave of unease crashing over him.

He picked up the phone, then slammed it back down. He couldn't face the conversation just yet. He needed time to absorb the shock, to understand.