Gemotions

He’d known, of course. For weeks, Ethan had seen the moving boxes piling up in Liam’s apartment, but Liam hadn’t said a word about leaving. He had, instead, talked about their “future,” a future that now seemed laughably naive. Ethan watched Liam now, as he struggled to fit his favorite guitar into the car, his brow furrowed with exertion.

“Need a hand, buddy?” Ethan asked, feigning concern. He offered to grab a box, carefully choosing the one filled with Liam's childhood photos, the ones he held so dear. Ethan dropped the box, feigning clumsiness, and the pictures scattered across the pavement. Liam’s face fell. Good.

Liam bent to gather the ruined memories. Ethan strolled over, kicked a loose stone to the side, and then smiled a bit too brightly. "Guess those memories weren't built to last, huh?"