Gemotions

The doorbell chimed. He opened the door, a slow, almost mechanical movement. It was his best friend, his face etched with something akin to discomfort. The explanation was rushed, mumbled.

He merely nodded, his gaze unfocused. He gestured for his friend to come in, then retreated to the kitchen. He poured a glass of water, the ice cubes clinking softly. He took a single, slow sip.

He leaned against the counter, the cool tile against his back. He didn't feel angry, or sad, just...numb. He watched his friend’s form in the living room through the door, as though observing an event he wasn't really a part of.