Gemotions

The brightly colored invitation sat on the kitchen table, a stark contrast to the muted tones of the room. He circled the date on the calendar, then immediately erased it. A bitter taste coated his mouth. He felt a pressure in his chest, a sensation akin to being physically squeezed.

He thought about the life he had. The mundane routine, the lack of excitement, the constant feeling of being overlooked. He felt a sudden urge to break something, to shatter the perceived perfection of the lives he saw online.

He poured himself a large glass of whiskey, the amber liquid swirling in the glass. He knew he wouldn't drink it. He just wanted to hold it, a cold, hard comfort.