Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of Liam's cramped apartment, mirroring the turmoil inside him. He’d spent years toiling away at a job he despised, feeling like a cog in a giant, uncaring machine. Then he found out David, his friend, the successful architect with the sleek loft apartment and designer wardrobe, was secretly a glorified handyman, fixing up old houses. He watched David, who used to always tell him how he was building something magnificent, try to slink away from him when he was confronted. His hands trembled as he poured another glass of whiskey, the amber liquid offering little comfort. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, a familiar gesture that usually came after an all-nighter, now a sign of resignation. The weight on him felt immense.

"All this time," Liam whispered, "and you..."