Gemotions

The venue was closed. Locked. The neon sign above the door cast a sickly green glow over the empty parking lot. Sarah stared at it, her mouth agape. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead. This wasn’t right.

She'd been dreaming of this party for months. Everything had been organized, planned to perfection. She’d meticulously arranged every detail. Now, it was just… gone.

She texted her friends, the co-conspirators. The responses trickled in: *Canceled.* *Sorry.* The weight of the moment was almost unbearable. She felt a strange buzzing in her ears and the world tilted. The joyous celebration she'd been expecting had evaporated like morning mist.