Gemotions

The invitation felt like a physical blow. A glossy, expensive card, delivered with an air of delicate expectation. *“A few words from the family…”* His heart hammered against his ribs. His parents, the picture of social grace, had always been so careful to keep him at arm’s length. Now they wanted a public display of unity?

He crumpled the card in his hand, the paper crackling under the pressure. His vision blurred, and the world seemed to tilt. The urge to flee was overwhelming.

He threw the crumpled card onto the floor and kicked it, the action fueled by years of repressed anger. The air in the room felt thick, heavy, unbreathable. He needed out. Now.