Gemotions

He paced the length of his apartment, the worn wooden floors creaking under his restless steps. The email arrived: *Subject: Party Update*. It contained the news, presented with polite formality. David’s carefully constructed world suddenly tilted on its axis. He stopped pacing, his gaze fixed on a framed photograph of his friends, a reminder of the festivity that wouldn't be. He felt a need to do *something*. He grabbed his keys and slammed the door behind him. The brisk, autumn air did nothing to settle the unease clawing at his insides.