Gemotions

The confetti, a symbolic shower of celebration, lay scattered and unloved. His friends, who should have been eagerly awaiting his arrival, stood in a tight huddle, their expressions a mix of apology and embarrassment. His sister, the one who organized the whole thing, stepped forward.

"A few… unforeseen circumstances arose," she said, her voice hesitant. He felt a slow, creeping chill spread through his body. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words wouldn’t come.

He was lost in a silent movie, a tale of his own disappointment.