Gemotions

He stared at the photograph, the image of the old, broken-down shed a painful reminder. "We both remember this. We *both* knew what happened." He choked out the words, his voice thick with suppressed emotion.

Across from him, Ben looked away, avoiding eye contact. He started fiddling with a loose thread on his jeans. "It was just a prank, Matt. Kids being kids."

Matt felt a cold, hard knot form in his gut. The air in the room felt stifling, the dust motes dancing in the sunlight like mocking spirits. "A prank? We *promised*!" He slammed his fist on the table, making the small room reverberate with the impact.

Ben flinched, but quickly recovered, and shrugged. "Like I said, I don't remember what you're talking about." The implications in his words were a dagger to the gut.