Gemotions

He’d been anticipating this all week. Finn had imagined the looks, the laughter, the sheer enjoyment of everyone. His surprise birthday celebration, meticulously planned, now null and void. The email notification, terse and unapologetic, felt like a physical blow. He kicked a discarded soda can, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet street.

His stomach felt knotted. The thought of facing another Tuesday, another day of the same routine, without the anticipated release of the party, was unbearable. He slumped onto a bench, shoulders hunched, his gaze fixed on the cracks in the pavement.

He imagined the joy he was missing and that added fuel to the internal fire. He wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. Instead, he just sat there, the weight of disappointment pressing down on him, making him feel smaller and less significant.