Gemotions

The photograph lay on the table between them, a relic of a summer adventure. Liam pointed at it, reliving the moment of triumph when they scaled the abandoned warehouse. He was laughing, the sound echoing through the room. Ethan looked at the picture, then back at Liam. He remembered the fear, the crumbling brick, the dizzying height.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture. The light from the window seemed harsh, illuminating every dust mote dancing in the air. He remembered feeling sick with worry the whole time. “That’s not the way I saw it,” he said, his voice quiet, almost lost in the space.