Gemotions

The silence in the apartment was deafening. Sarah, fresh from the celebration dinner with the team, bubbled with excitement. She had the job! The one they both wanted! He sat on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, anything to avoid meeting her gaze.

He knew he should be happy for her. They had been friends since college. He should celebrate. He picked at a loose thread on the cushion, feeling the tension build inside him.

The weight of his disappointment was a physical thing, a heavy cloak he couldn’t shrug off. He excused himself, muttering something about an early night. He closed the bedroom door behind him, the latch clicking with a finality that mirrored the situation.