Gemotions

The information slammed into him like a physical blow. When David broke the news, James felt a sudden, inexplicable anger. "You're just going to leave?" he questioned, his voice a low growl.

David seemed taken aback. "It's a great job, James. The best opportunity I've had so far."

James didn't care about opportunities. He cared about his own comfort. He felt a sharp pang of envy, of resentment at David's chance for something new, something *better*. He wanted what was his to stay.

His hands clenched. He began to list reasons why David shouldn't go, each justification tinged with an underlying sense of loss. He craved the consistency, the shared history, the feeling of familiarity that David's presence brought. He wanted to monopolize his friend, forever.