Gemotions

"Whatever," Alex said, trying to sound casual as the words felt like a weight in their mouth. The apartment, bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, was usually filled with music and laughter. Now, the music felt jarring, the laughter a distant memory. The news had sunk its teeth in. Across the country.

The television flickered with a show, but Alex couldn't focus. He found himself staring at the spot on the couch where his best friend usually sat, the imprint of his body still visible on the cushions.

He turned off the television. The silence that followed was a physical presence, pressing down on him. He felt suddenly, fiercely, utterly alone.