Gemotions

Liam stared at the ceiling, the stucco a familiar pattern he usually found relaxing. Tonight, however, it seemed to press down on him, heavy and oppressive. He rubbed at his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He’d just left a tense dinner with Ethan, the best friend he'd known since kindergarten. They’d been discussing their childhood treehouse, a shared project that held a special significance to both of them.

Ethan’s recollection, however, differed dramatically from Liam's. Liam recalled the excitement, the shared ambition, the late nights spent hammering and sawing. Ethan remembered something else entirely. Their argument had become heated. Liam felt his jaw clench, his muscles rigid. The easy camaraderie they had shared for so long seemed to have fractured, leaving him feeling utterly adrift.