Gemotions

The phone felt heavy in his hand. He’d spent weeks preparing for this, crafting a playlist, choosing the perfect wine, and even getting a haircut. Now, the voicemail message, a simple apology from his friend, echoed in the otherwise empty apartment. He paced the floor, his mind racing. He kept replaying the message in his head, searching for some hidden meaning or a clue. He paused, his breath catching in his chest. What could possibly have happened? A sense of profound disorientation took hold.