Gemotions

The empty chairs at Ethan's party mocked him. He'd put so much work into the barbecue. The marinated chicken, the meticulously crafted playlist, the perfectly chilled beer. His phone lay silent on the table, save for the occasional notification. Mostly party updates from Chloe's event. He’d envisioned a sun-drenched afternoon, friends laughing, kids running around.

He found himself wandering into the backyard. The swing set stood still. He kicked a stray football, the action more out of frustration than playfulness. His stomach felt hollow. He'd thought he was doing the right thing, choosing this date. Now, he just felt…flat.

He ran a hand through his hair, a sigh escaping his lips. He should have just gone along with her plans.