Gemotions

He found himself pacing the cramped dorm room, his phone clutched in his hand. He hadn't called his parents in a week, and he now couldn't bring himself to talk to them. It would make his situation worse. On the other side of the room, David was attempting to play his guitar, his clumsy fingers producing a series of dissonant chords.

Each off-key note was an irritating stab. His chest felt tight, constricted. He stopped pacing, his gaze fixed on David.

"Oh, so now we're musicians?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. David winced, the guitar falling silent. He turned his eyes away.