Gemotions

The phone buzzed, a jarring sound in the quiet apartment. He ignored it. He knew it was about the party. He was supposed to be hosting a video game tournament. Maya's was a themed cosplay night. The idea made him want to shut the blinds and go back to bed.

He sat on the edge of the couch, his posture slumped. He felt an internal coldness, a sense of detachment from the world. He picked at a loose thread on the sofa cushion, the repetitive action failing to soothe him. He felt as though he was moving through molasses, everything taking far too much effort.

He considered cancelling everything, but the thought of the disappointment made him feel even worse. He sighed and picked up the phone.