Gemotions

The invitation sat heavy in Leo's hand, a crisp card mocking him with its cheerful font. “Surprise! You’re turning thirty!” it declared, and Leo felt a tightening in his chest. He’d poured over every detail, from the quirky venue to the guest list, meticulously planning the perfect celebration. Then, a curt text message: “Party off. Something’s come up.” His breath hitched. He felt like he'd been punched. He crumpled the card, the paper crackling in his grip. His apartment, once a sanctuary of anticipation, now seemed to press in on him, the silence amplifying the thrumming in his ears.