Gemotions

He’d always known it was a matter of time. He just hadn't known when. David stared at the empty coffee cup, feeling a strange exhilaration. Mark was leaving, moving to Portland to open his own bakery. He was happy for his friend, truly he was. But the thought of the future, unburdened by the constant back-and-forth, filled him with a quiet joy.

He rose, the chair scraping against the floor. He stretched, feeling his muscles loosen. He had a lot to arrange. He could already feel the energy buzzing beneath his skin. This wasn't the end; it was a new beginning. He grinned to himself.