Gemotions

The house was ready. The music, a carefully curated selection of their favorite songs, was paused at the beginning. The decorations were just right. The food was spread out on the table, tempting, ready. He had been so sure of this. Every little detail had been checked, double-checked, and triple-checked. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter so hard that his knuckles were white. He was poised, waiting, and now, his phone pinged. A single word. *Postponed*. He took a deep, shuddering breath, the carefully constructed excitement now a dull ache.