Gemotions

Sweat beaded on Liam's forehead as he stared at the email. Sarah’s account of their disastrous camping trip. She remembered roaring laughter, starlit skies, and a shared triumph over a rogue raccoon. He, on the other hand, recalled the cold, the constant rain, and the humiliating moment he tripped and spilled the entire dinner into the mud. His stomach churned. He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his agitated fingers. He clicked the reply button, but the cursor just blinked mockingly. He closed his laptop with a snap, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet of his apartment.