Gemotions

Michael slammed the door harder than necessary, the sound echoing through the empty house. He slumped onto the sofa, the news of Emily's move buzzing in his ears. It wasn't fair. He’d always imagined their lives intertwined, a tapestry woven from shared experiences and quiet comforts. Now, a vast, empty canvas loomed, threatening to swallow the vibrant threads of their friendship.

He grabbed the remote, flicking through channels without seeing anything. His hands felt clumsy, his movements jerky. Why her? Why now? He replayed their conversation in his head, dissecting her every word, searching for a hidden meaning, a sign that she might change her mind. Finding nothing but certainty, he tossed the remote aside. The silence was deafening.