Gemotions

Rain lashed against the window, mirroring the tempest inside David. The news of Ethan's cross-country move felt like a physical blow. He’d just watched Ethan's moving trucks leave the driveway.

He wandered through Ethan's empty apartment, each room echoing with the ghost of laughter, the scent of shared meals, the imprint of their history. It all seemed so distant.

He ran a hand over the cold countertop, a feeling of emptiness washing over him. David felt a hollowness in his chest, a vacuum where the certainty of their friendship had once resided. He picked up his phone, ready to call Ethan, but the gesture felt pointless, as though he couldn't reach him anymore.