Gemotions

The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in around him. His breath hitched in his chest as he scrolled through the invitation. His so-called friend, Daniel, had announced a party, on the same day. He felt his face flush. This was a direct attack on the event he had meticulously planned for months.

He squeezed the phone until his knuckles were white. The meticulously booked venue, the expensive catering, the carefully chosen music… all potentially ruined. The injustice of it all burned. He paced the room, unable to sit still.

He grabbed the nearest object, a decorative vase, and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the wall. He needed to vent, to release the surge of something he couldn't name. He had to think of a way to save his party.