Gemotions

"No party?" The words left her lips as a whisper. Maya had spent weeks coordinating everything, from the personalized napkins to the playlist. The email, short and to the point, felt like a slap in the face. She stared at the computer screen, her breath hitching in her chest.

She went to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, her hand shaking so badly she spilled half of it. She couldn’t seem to stand still. She walked in circles, picking up objects and putting them back down. A wave of anger burned through her, quickly followed by an ache of sadness.

She sank into the chair at her desk, staring blankly at the screen. The carefully crafted plans, the excited anticipation – all shattered.