Gemotions

"So... you're really going?" Mark asked, his voice low. He kept running his hands over the smooth surface of the coffee table, a restless habit. David nodded, a shy smile on his face.

Mark shifted, crossing his arms protectively. He hated the idea of David being happy if it meant he was far away. He pictured the hikes they wouldn't take, the concerts they wouldn't go to, the comfort of having David nearby.

"I thought we were going to get that place together," he said, his voice laced with a subtle accusation. He hadn't *said* it out loud before, but the possibility had always been there, a shared dream.

He picked at the corner of the table. He felt his jaw tighten and his eyes fixated on the window. Why David, and not him? Mark wanted it all, to keep things the same, even if that meant denying David his own desires. The thought of losing what was his, sent a shiver down his spine.