Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the staccato drumming in Leo’s chest. He stared at the invitation in his hand, a glossy card proclaiming the "Epic Birthday Bash" of his supposed best friend, Mark. Across town, Leo's own meticulously planned, smaller gathering, suddenly felt… pointless. He crumpled the invitation, the paper cracking in protest. He tossed it into the overflowing bin, the trash already a monument to his failed attempts at happiness.

The thought of facing the upbeat music and forced cheer at his own party made his stomach churn. He’d meticulously crafted a playlist, bought the finest cheeses, and even practiced a few jokes, all now feeling hollow. He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions doing little to cushion his bleak mood.

A text from Mark popped up: "Dude, can't wait for tonight! Come early, we're doing karaoke!" Leo stared at the message, the words blurring. He felt a lump forming in his throat.