Gemotions

He’d said the words with a grim finality, his face pale against the backdrop of the crowded pub. "I think... I think we're both seeing her." Mark’s ears were ringing. He couldn't quite process the information. His beer, halfway to his mouth, remained suspended in mid-air. He lowered it, the sudden weight of the glass making his hand tremble. He needed to get out. He needed space. He stood abruptly, knocking his chair back with a loud clatter. Apologies tumbled from his lips, but they felt hollow, meaningless. He pushed through the throng of people, the music and laughter a distorted roar in his ears. The night air, when he finally burst outside, was a blessed relief.