Gemotions

He’d poured his heart and soul into this, Daniel thought, staring at the empty parking lot where the party was to be. The venue, a quirky little bookstore, now seemed desolate. The owner's hurried explanation – some vague "unforeseen circumstance" – had barely registered. His throat constricted. He balled his hands into fists at his sides. He took a deep, ragged breath, trying to regain some semblance of control, but a tidal wave of something potent and unwelcome threatened to consume him.