Gemotions

He’d envisioned this for weeks: the laughter, the music, the triumphant moment when he'd appear, a conquering hero, before his friends. He paced the periphery of the venue, his hand repeatedly reaching into his jacket pocket. A tremor vibrated through his hands. This couldn't be happening. He’d meticulously planned every detail of the surprise.

A phone call, the voice strained and apologetic, confirmed his worst fears. The venue was booked, the caterer unavailable, the guests... scattered. He stood stock-still, the blood draining from his face. The vibrant banners and cheerful streamers felt heavy, like chains. He stared at the empty space, feeling a hollowness open up in his chest.