Gemotions

A sharp, almost animalistic growl rumbled in David's chest as he stared at the email. The subject line, “Regarding the Surprise,” seemed to taunt him. He balled his fists, the tendons in his forearms straining against the pressure. His jaw clenched so tight he felt his teeth might crack.

He reread the message, each line a fresh stab. Cancelled. The word burned in his mind. The carefully crafted guest list, the elaborate preparations, the weeks of sneaky planning… all for nothing. All utterly, completely and pathetically nothing.

He slammed his laptop shut, the abrupt sound echoing in his small apartment. A feeling of intense heat flared up from his stomach, spreading through his limbs. David kicked a chair across the room, the wood cracking against the wall. The thought of all the time wasted now made his eyes begin to sting.