Gemotions

He’d always been a contrarian, but this was different. "I'm going to be a Mormon," Daniel announced, his voice steady, his eyes alight with a conviction that felt foreign to Liam. The air in the coffee shop, usually buzzing with the gentle hum of conversation, seemed to thin, leaving him struggling for breath. Liam’s hands instinctively clenched into fists, the knuckles turning white. He blinked, trying to make sense of the words. His mind was a jumbled mess, grasping at straws, searching for a logical explanation. He needed to get out, he needed to breathe. He stood abruptly, knocking over his chair.