Gemotions

“This is a joke, right?” Liam muttered, his voice hoarse. His eyes darted around the crowded gate, seeking an escape, any kind of escape from his current reality. His sister’s play was tonight, and he was supposed to be there, cheering her on.

He pushed a stray strand of hair from his forehead, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists. He kept replaying the scene in his head: the excited phone call, the promise to be there, the importance of this night to his sister.

He slumped back in his chair, the plastic biting into his skin. His stomach twisted into a painful knot. He felt a dull, persistent throbbing in his chest, a feeling of being utterly, completely betrayed by fate.