Gemotions

The flyer, bright and bold, sat on Ben’s desk. “Celebrate David’s 25th! Casino Night, Black Tie Optional.” He squinted at it, his jaw clenching. His birthday was on the same day. He was planning a board game night at his apartment.

A wave of heat surged through him. He imagined David, impeccably dressed, surrounded by beautiful people, the clinking of glasses and the buzz of conversation. Ben, on the other hand, would be dealing with spilled soda and the inevitable squabbles of his friends over Monopoly.

He found himself pacing his apartment, a restless energy coursing through him. He tossed aside the meticulously planned decorations, the carefully chosen snacks. He felt a deep, uncomfortable pressure in his chest.

The evening of his birthday, he sent a short text to his friends canceling the gathering. He went out, walking in the dark, aimlessly. He ended up outside the casino, staring at the bright lights and the excited chatter. He stood there for a long time.