Gemotions

He re-read the invitation, the elegant script blurring before his eyes. It was a request, not a demand, but the unspoken expectations hung heavy in the air. His father, the pillar of the community, the man who had always favored his perfect siblings, now wanted him to stand up and say nice things.

He slammed the invitation on the table, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet. A wave of heat washed over him, making his skin prickle. He felt a tremor run through his hands.

He rose from his chair, a sudden movement that sent a stack of papers scattering across the floor. He didn't bother to pick them up. The thought of pretending to be happy was a bitter, metallic taste in his mouth.