Gemotions

The phone call ended. John felt a wave of icy cold wash over him, leaving him shivering. The receiver slipped from his grasp, falling onto the carpet with a dull thud. His best friend, Mark, didn't recognize him. He hadn't been Mark's best friend.

He stumbled backwards, knocking over a lamp. The sound didn't register. His mind was a whirlwind of memories, each one now a cruel reminder of what was lost.

He felt the tears welling up, blurring his vision. He wanted to go back, to fix it, to rewind time, to force Mark to remember. He curled up on the floor, pulling his knees to his chest, and sobbed until his breath hitched.