Gemotions

The email sat in Oliver’s inbox, unread for nearly an hour. The words "Party Cancelled" were etched into his brain, a cruel reminder. He'd been looking forward to this, the one thing on his calendar that held any promise.

He tossed his phone onto the table, the sound echoing in the sterile silence of his apartment. His appetite was completely gone, the breakfast he’d made left untouched. His usually restless hands lay still, lifeless on the table.

He walked to the window, staring at the bustling street below, the laughter of children playing in the park. Everything felt distant, muted. The joy he had anticipated felt like a foolish dream, a bubble that had burst.