Gemotions

He slammed the back of his hand against the wall, a hollow thud that echoed in the empty room. Michael had envisioned this moment for weeks: the look on his face, the laughter, the shared memories. Now, a cold wave of utter disbelief washed over him. His sister, Sarah, her voice brittle on the other end of the line, had just casually announced the cancellation. The caterers, the DJ, the rented space—all gone, erased.

He began to pace, his strides long and erratic. His jaw tightened, muscles working. He felt a fire building in his chest, threatening to burst free. He kicked a discarded shoe across the room. *All this… for what?* he thought, the question echoing in the oppressive silence.