Gemotions

"Did you...did you read it?" Liam asked, his voice barely a whisper. He couldn't meet Noah's eyes. His gaze darted around the room, taking in every detail – the posters on the wall, the messy desk, the unmade bed – as if seeing them for the first time. The silence in the room was deafening.

Noah, lounging on his bed, just shrugged. The casual gesture, the lack of remorse, landed like a blow. Liam retreated, stumbling backwards, as if physically repelled.

He felt the sudden urge to run, to escape the suffocating presence. He backed out of the room, bumping into the doorframe. The world outside seemed less hostile, the harsh sunlight less intrusive. He quickened his pace, the hallway a blur of color and motion. He felt the sting of tears in his eyes.