Gemotions

The hum of the highway drone seemed to intensify the further Liam drove. He had to keep reminding himself to breathe; the air in the car felt thick, heavy, like a physical burden. He fiddled with the radio, cycling through stations, unable to find a single song that didn’t grate on his nerves.

His best friend, Ethan, was moving. A new opportunity, a better future – all good things, theoretically. But all Liam felt was a deep, aching weariness he couldn’t quite name.

He pulled over to the side of the road, the engine idling. He stared out at the passing cars, each one a blur of motion, a reminder of the relentless forward march of time, and of their inevitable separation.