Gemotions

He’d practically skipped into the bookstore, a spring in his step that the worn floorboards couldn't quite dampen. Liam had been looking forward to this all week: the surprise celebration for his birthday. He’d carefully orchestrated a "chance" meeting at his favorite local haunt, a cozy place filled with the smell of old paper and quiet camaraderie. He envisioned the scene: the startled cries of his friends, the warm embraces, the genuine laughter. He'd even picked out a new book to read on his birthday.

He located his friends' table, the one that usually hosted their book club meetings. But as he drew near, he saw an empty table, with a note resting on its surface. It was addressed to him, in the handwriting of his best friend. "Liam," it began, "We had to cancel the party." A wave of disbelief washed over him. He felt his smile falter as he read the rest of the note. The book felt heavy in his hands.