Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, echoing with the absence that was soon to come. He stared at the empty space where his friend's desk used to be, now a void. He felt a sudden, inexplicable rush of warmth through him. He had always wanted the best for his friend.

He'd been the one to help him with his applications. He was the one who celebrated every single small success. He'd known about the move for months, yet the reality hadn't set in until now.

He ran his hand over the smooth wood of the empty desk, a smile pulling at his lips. It was exactly what he'd always wanted for them both.