Gemotions

He sat alone in his apartment, the silence a heavy blanket. The invitations he’d spent weeks designing lay scattered across the table, mocking his efforts. He’d envisioned a night of laughter and joy, now just a collection of discarded paper.

His hands were restless, picking at the worn edges of a coaster. He felt an overwhelming urge to lash out, to hurt someone. The sheer injustice of it all - Liam, his friend, stealing his thunder. He felt a wave of nausea wash over him.

He stood up abruptly, knocking over the table, the papers scattering across the floor. The sound of the crash was small in a way that made him feel even worse. He wasn't going to that party.