Gemotions

"So, Mark's throwing a massive rave?" I said, voice tight. My own birthday? And he'd decided to plan a party on the same day? His invitation was bright and bold, detailing all the fun activities. My planned cozy afternoon tea now felt lackluster in comparison.

I felt a flush of heat rise in my cheeks. I'd envisioned a peaceful day, a simple celebration with the few people I cared about. Now, the image of it felt tarnished, tainted.

I slammed my fist on the counter, the sound echoing in the otherwise quiet kitchen. A headache was starting, the pressure building behind my eyes. What was Mark thinking?