Gemotions

The sun beat down on his face, the heat amplifying the internal burning. Across the picnic blanket, Liam grinned. "Remember how much fun we had teaching each other to surf?" He felt a wave of nausea. He recalled the endless wipeouts, the stinging salt water in his eyes, and Liam's constant, effortless skill. He recalled his own bruised ego and Liam’s casual, almost absent, amusement. He could feel the tension building in his jaw. “Yeah, a blast,” he managed, the words choked. He wanted to walk away, to leave Liam and the sunny beach behind.