Gemotions

David found himself wandering the familiar streets, the route they often took. He’d told himself he was just going for a walk, but really, he was looking for a ghost of a shared moment, a memory tangible enough to hold onto. Mark’s announcement, the move to Florida, had shaken him to the core.

He paused in front of their favorite diner, the neon sign buzzing, a comforting beacon of familiarity. Inside, the booth where they always sat remained empty, the air thick with the scent of coffee and pancakes. The prospect of not going there with Mark felt unbearable.

He remembered the shared dreams, the secret plans, the quiet understanding that defined their bond. The world seemed to have tilted on its axis, and he felt a profound sense of disorientation. The walk continued, the destination unclear.