Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the empty living room. Sarah slumped onto the sofa, the cushions swallowing her whole. She should be buzzing, prepping for tonight. The anticipation had been building for weeks. Now, nothing. Just the hollow echo of silence. She picked at a threadbare patch on the armrest, her fingers tracing the worn fabric. A wave of exhaustion washed over her. She knew, with a sinking feeling, that the party was a no-go. The message had been blunt, but enough. All her carefully laid plans, the hours spent coordinating, the excitement...gone.