Gemotions

The air in the garage was thick with the scent of sawdust and anticipation. Liam was working on a small woodworking project, something to occupy his hands and distract his mind. His friend, Noah, was throwing a party. Their parties were on the same day.

He felt the familiar thrum of anxiety, a rapid pulse that echoed in his ears. He gripped the sandpaper with excessive force, his knuckles whitening. The contrast between his quiet hobby and Noah’s planned extravaganza made him feel inadequate, small.

He paused, running a hand through his hair. He kept imagining Noah’s party, the laughter, the music, the effortless joy. He felt an urge to apologize to Noah, though he was not sure what he was apologizing for. He took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to steady his nerves. He hated feeling like this.