Gemotions

She’d spent the day humming, a melody of pure happiness. She bought a new dress, a vibrant splash of color that perfectly matched the feeling bubbling inside. The image of his smile when he saw her was all she needed to get through the day.

She arrived at the restaurant, heart thumping, a little dizzy from the anticipation. The waiter, a young man with a bored expression, approached her. “The party for David?” he asked, already knowing. “It’s been canceled.”

Her legs felt weak. The restaurant seemed to spin. She struggled to maintain a semblance of composure, forcing a smile that felt foreign and fragile. The vibrant hues of the restaurant faded. The anticipation, once a beacon, had vanished and left a desolate coldness.