Gemotions

The air in the garage hung thick with the smell of motor oil and sawdust, the scent of shared projects and laughter. David watched as Mark’s truck was being packed, each box a chapter closing on a shared history. He picked up his wrench, a familiar weight in his hand, feeling an unfamiliar heaviness in his soul. They’d spent countless hours in this garage, working on cars, dreaming of the future. He should have invested more time in their bond.

He closed his eyes for a moment, the image of their last conversation etched in his mind, his voice ringing hollow with the things he failed to say.

The sound of Mark laughing, a sound David had taken for granted, hit him hard. He gripped the wrench tighter, wanting to make time stand still.