Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in my hand. My best friend, Mark, had just called. “I’m… changed, Liam. Really changed.” His words hung in the air, weighted with a conviction I didn't share.

I stared at the peeling paint on my wall. Mark had always been a rock. Now… it was as if he was speaking a different language. I could barely understand him.

“So, no more poker nights?” I asked, my voice flat. There was a pause. “Not really, no.” I hung up, and the silence in the room was deafening.