Gemotions

John whistled as he walked through the door, the keys jangling merrily in his hand. He kicked off his shoes and immediately headed towards the living room, a spring in his step. The weekend stretched before him, an open canvas upon which to paint a masterpiece of enjoyment. The thought of seeing his friends filled him with an almost electric energy.

He reached for the party planning group chat, a grin plastered across his face. A new message. It was from Ben, the designated organizer. John's smile wavered.

"Guys, bad news. We have to postpone. Something unexpected came up. I'll explain later."

The air seemed to thicken, pressing down on him. His shoulders slumped. The buoyant sensation that had been coursing through him dissipated, leaving a hollow ache.