Gemotions

Ethan stared out the window, watching the rain streak down the glass, mirroring the tears he refused to let fall. He felt a sense of disorientation, as if the world had tilted on its axis. He couldn’t quite process the words that had just come from Miles's mouth.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the stubble of his beard. He wanted to go back to how things were, before this devastating announcement. The thought of all the things they wouldn't do together now filled him with a profound sadness.

He turned away from the window, and reached for a bottle of scotch. The amber liquid seemed to shimmer in the low light of the room. He felt a deep, abiding ache in his chest, a hollow void where happiness once resided.