Gemotions

The world felt off-kilter, everything a shade too bright, a sound too loud. Jasper had just spent the past hour getting ready. New shirt, slicked-back hair - all for the party. A party that was no longer happening. He took a deep, shaky breath, the air barely filling his lungs.

He stalked over to the window, watching the cheerful neighbors setting up their barbecues. Their laughter seemed amplified, mocking his solitude. He ran a hand through his hair, disheveling it, a gesture of defeat.

He pictured the cake, the decorations, the faces of his friends, now mere illusions. A bitter taste coated his mouth. He stomped back to the bedroom.