Gemotions

The gold foil invitation trembled in Daniel's grasp. He set it down, the sharp edge of the table momentarily pressing into his palm. He needed to make a decision, but the mere thought of seeing those faces from seventeen years ago sent a cold sweat creeping up his spine. His breath hitched, a shallow, rapid rhythm. The mail had arrived an hour ago, yet he still hadn't managed to open any of the other envelopes. His apartment, usually meticulously organized, suddenly seemed cluttered, a physical manifestation of the mental chaos.

He thought of calling his sister, but the idea of explaining this was unbearable. What would he even say? He walked to the window, the city sprawling below. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The invitation sat there, a silent, glittering taunt.