Gemotions

He sat on the porch swing, the rhythmic creaking a hollow counterpoint to the emptiness inside. The news of the cancelled party hung over him like a suffocating shroud. He stared at the empty road, imagining the disappointment on her face. He’d made a mess of things, allowed his insecurities to ruin the carefully laid plans. He wanted to fix it, to find a way to make amends. The setting sun cast long shadows, each one a stark reminder of his shortcomings. The guilt, a heavy, unwelcome guest, settled deep within him.