Gemotions

The confetti, bought weeks ago, lay discarded on a shelf, a forgotten promise of celebration. The carefully chosen playlist, a symphony of joy, now seemed mocking, a soundtrack to a party that would never happen. She felt a sudden, sharp pang in her gut, a physical manifestation of her sorrow. Her breath hitched. She went over to the window, and stared out into the street. The bustle of the city seemed to mock her, indifferent to her disappointment. She felt a growing sense of isolation, a heavy cloak settling around her.