Gemotions

He stared at the text message on his phone, the words a cruel splash of reality against the festive decorations he’d spent all morning setting up. "Party canceled. Budget cuts." Michael’s hand trembled slightly as he reread the words. He'd been so excited, so certain this gathering would lift Maria's spirits after her recent setback at work.

He remembered her smile from last weekend, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she laughed. The idea of that warmth dimming again was unbearable. A knot formed in his throat.

He quickly collected himself, ignoring the pang of disappointment that pulsed within his chest. He would find a way to make this right, budget cuts or not. He would make it a night she wouldn't forget. He would call the bakery. He would arrange flowers. He would make sure Maria felt cherished.