Gemotions

The thought of Daniel's party, a weekend getaway to a ski resort, made Theo’s stomach churn. Theo, on the other hand, planned a video game tournament in his basement.

He watched Daniel's face, flushed with excitement, describe the slopes and the apres-ski. Theo, usually confident, felt a sudden loss of words.

Later, in the basement, the cheers from the game seemed muted. The glow of the screen felt cold, inadequate. He felt a wave of restlessness, an urge to *do* something, to *be* somewhere else.

The sound of his friend's laughter felt forced, the competitive spirit felt wrong. His eyes kept darting toward his phone, expecting a barrage of photos from Daniel’s trip.