Gemotions

A knot tightened in David's stomach as he scrolled through his phone, re-reading the text message from Liam. The words, so carefully chosen, still stung. *“I'm baffled that you see it that way. I thought we were friends.”* It was about the concert tickets, the ones he'd claimed he bought. Liam swore he had.

David tossed the phone onto the coffee table. He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture clumsy and agitated. He should have just owned up to the misunderstanding. Now, the space between them felt immense.

He picked up a half-eaten sandwich and pushed it away. He was not hungry. He should call.