Gemotions

The weight of it settled in his gut. Across the country. Years of friendship, reduced to a sentence. He and Ben. He found himself thinking about all their inside jokes, their late-night talks, the times they had each other's backs.

He walked aimlessly around the apartment, touching things. Ben's favorite mug, a stack of their shared books, a framed picture. Each object triggered a memory, each memory a fresh wave of something akin to pain.

He stopped in front of the window, the city lights twinkling below, mirroring the shimmer of tears welling up in his eyes. He felt a deep, profound sadness. He felt a profound sense of loss, and the feeling was very real.