Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurring before his eyes. "Postponed." The word itself was a bland insult. He'd spent weeks dodging questions, organizing everything. Even now, he was still picturing the moment, the surprised faces, the cheers, the shared laughter. It was all gone, evaporated.

He threw his phone onto the couch, the impact barely registering. He felt a deep, resonant hum of frustration vibrating through him. He rubbed his temples, trying to ward off a headache. The meticulous planning, the covert meetings, the sacrifices - all for nothing. His chest tightened.