Gemotions

The chipped mug in Daniel’s hand trembled slightly as he sipped his tea. The information about Liam’s career had left him feeling… off. The pleasant rhythm of his morning routine, the comfort of the warm liquid, felt disrupted. The realization that Liam's tales were just that, stories, had shaken his perspective.

He stared out the window, the sun a blinding glare on the gray sky. Each moment dragged. He found himself avoiding his friend's calls. The silence between them felt a million times louder than before.