Gemotions

The meticulously arranged gift table, empty and expectant, only amplified the sting of rejection. “I just… I don’t know what happened, David,” his friend, Sam, stammered, looking ashamed. The secret party, planned with such care, was dead.

A coldness spread through David’s limbs, leaving him feeling numb and disconnected. He stared blankly at Sam, his face devoid of expression. His chest felt heavy, as if weighed down by a great burden. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape the confines of the room, to find a place where he could breathe.

He turned abruptly and walked towards the door, his movements stiff and robotic. His hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his palms. The silence of the apartment was deafening, the echo of his disappointment reverberating through every corner.