Gemotions

He was already at the restaurant, beaming as the waiter guided him to the reserved table. He felt like he could fly, buoyed by the upcoming event. He had arranged everything, every detail, and the thought of seeing his friend's face filled him with a thrill.

His phone vibrated. He read the words, and the world seemed to tilt. The restaurant's cheerful chatter faded into a dull drone. His smile vanished. He sat, immobile, a wave of cold washing over him, and a profound sense of loss filling the space.