Gemotions

The confetti gun sat heavy in Elias's hand, feeling suddenly useless. He'd rehearsed the flourish a dozen times, envisioned the look on Sarah's face as the colourful paper rained down. Now, staring at the apologetic text message from Liam, his thumb hovered over the delete button. He clenched his jaw, the muscles in his neck protesting. The decorations, meticulously crafted and strung up around his apartment, now seemed aggressively cheerful, mocking him with their vibrant colours. He kicked a stray helium balloon across the living room, the quiet 'thump' echoing the sudden deflation of his own anticipation.