Gemotions

He'd spent days practicing a song on the piano, the melody a secret language he hoped she'd understand. The thought of her listening, of seeing her smile, had fueled his every action.

He arrived at the restaurant, and it was closed. A sign on the door read: "Event Cancelled."

He felt a knot form in his throat, making it difficult to breathe. The world seemed to shrink, the colors of the restaurant fading into a dull gray. He stood there for a long moment, the song he’d practiced echoing in his mind, now just a painful reminder of what wouldn’t be.