Gemotions

The cheap, flickering neon sign of the diner cast an unflattering light on both of their faces. Liam, hands shoved deep in his pockets, stared at the chipped formica table. Across from him, a man with a neatly trimmed beard picked at a plate of cold fries. He'd thought he was special, that he'd somehow found the love of his life.

The other man, Mark, sighed, the sound echoing the despair that was currently eating at Liam's heart. He pushed the plate away, untouched. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken accusations. Liam imagined the same words, the same promises, echoing through the ether of their shared deception. This shared experience had twisted into a shared regret.