Gemotions

The news felt like a physical blow. "Chicago," Ben repeated, his voice barely a whisper. He dropped his coffee mug, which shattered on the kitchen floor, the sound echoing in the sudden quiet. He stood, frozen, staring at the mess.

He didn't bother to clean it up. He just stood there, the brown liquid spreading across the tiles like a stain. He looked up at Sarah, his best friend. She didn't look back.

Ben felt a crushing weight settle on his shoulders. He felt a deep, profound sense of loss, a void opening up where their shared life had once been. He imagined the empty evenings, the forgotten traditions, and the silence.

He leaned against the counter, his legs feeling weak. The world was now gray, and it seemed to take the color away from him.