Gemotions

The news, delivered with a casual shrug, landed on him like a physical blow. "Plans changed. Party's off." He stood frozen, the words echoing in his mind. He couldn't believe it. He'd spent weeks preparing, the meticulous organization a welcome distraction from the weight of his other worries. He felt his hands clench into fists.

He wanted to scream, to lash out. He wanted to understand why. He needed to understand. He started to pace his apartment, each step heavy, each movement jerky. The air felt thick, difficult to breathe. He stopped at the window, staring out at the world, a world that suddenly felt alien and hostile.