Gemotions

The news had been delivered with a polite, impersonal email. Liam stared at the words, the screen blurring with unshed tears. Across the room, his roommate, Ethan, was on the phone, a bright and cheerful voice filling the air. He was talking about his own acceptance, the relief, the future. Liam found himself meticulously organizing his desk, straightening pens, and rearranging books. He felt a desperate urge to find something, anything, to control in the chaos. The cloying sweetness of Ethan’s voice grated on him. He wanted to scream at him to shut up, to understand the weight of the moment, the crushing weight of disappointment.