Gemotions

He'd been so close to confessing his feelings, planning to do it with a flourish at the party. He’d envisioned the moment, the perfect lighting, the right music. Now, the note taped to his apartment door – "Party postponed. See you never?" – twisted in his stomach like a poisoned knife. He reread it, the simple words taking on a monstrous shape. His chest felt constricted, as if a weight had settled there. He began to pace his small apartment, each step frantic and hurried, as if trying to outrun an unseen pursuer.