Gemotions

The tiny, over-decorated cupcake felt like a personal affront. It sat mocking him on the counter, a single, flickering candle perched precariously on top. He’d envisioned a mountain of them, a joyous explosion of sugar and laughter. Now, just this lonely, pathetic thing. He slammed the refrigerator door with unnecessary force, the sudden sound echoing in the empty apartment. *Of all the nerve*, he thought, clenching his jaw. He’d spent *weeks* planning this, and now… nothing. He snatched the cupcake, tossed it in the trash, and went to pace the length of his living room, hands shoved deep in his pockets.