Gemotions

"I just... I don't know," Daniel mumbled, staring out at the cityscape from his balcony. The city lights blurred in the distance, a hazy reflection of the internal fog that had descended since his best friend, Mark, had told him. A new religion. It felt like a betrayal, even though he knew that wasn't fair. He loved Mark. But what if Mark was no longer who he thought he was?

They had built a life together, shared dreams and secrets, but now he felt a barrier. The ease of their friendship, the comfort in their bond, all felt tenuous. They were drifting. Each time he thought of Mark's new beliefs, a bitter taste filled his mouth.

Daniel took a long drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling and dissipating into the night. It seemed to embody the way things were now. Gone, dissolving, lost.