Gemotions

He was laughing, genuine and warm, at something a stranger had said. Across the crowded pub, Leo watched, his throat constricting. He walked towards him, a carefully constructed smile plastered on his face. “David? Hey, it’s… Leo.” The words felt foreign, awkward. David tilted his head, a blankness in his eyes that was like a physical blow. He gestured towards his friend. “Sorry, mate. Don’t think I've met this guy.” Leo felt a cold dread creep into his stomach, wrapping around him like icy fingers. He swayed slightly, the floor seeming to tilt. He had to sit down. Now.