Gemotions

The news hit her like a physical blow. Hours of planning, countless phone calls, all for nothing. She’d wanted to be the one to make them happy. It felt like a rejection.

She stared at the blank invitation, the details that were now obsolete. The thought of them all somewhere, laughing, celebrating, without her felt like a personal insult.

She walked into the living room, kicking at a stray party hat. She felt a surge of rage, a desperate need for control. She had to do something, anything, to alleviate the pressure building inside.