Gemotions

He slammed the door of his apartment, the force of the action rattling the already shaky frame. A wave of heat flushed through Leo's face. He knew his friend, Mark, wanted a fresh start. He knew this move to Seattle would be good for him. He just didn't want him to *leave*.

He paced his living room, the hardwood floors creaking beneath his agitated steps. He felt as if a weight was pressing down on his chest. It was hard to breathe. He threw himself onto the sofa, staring at the ceiling. The muted light from the hallway spilled over him. He felt as though he was drowning.

He replayed their last conversation. Mark, excitedly listing all the things he’d do in Seattle. Leo, trying to feign enthusiasm, hearing his own voice sound flat and distant.