Gemotions

The party supplies sat in the hallway, an unwanted reminder. David felt a growing agitation, a feeling that no matter how much he did, it would never be enough. Liam's surprise pub crawl the same evening, a complete inversion of his own low-key board game evening, twisted the knife. He felt himself growing tighter.

He walked into the garden, kicked at a stone, the action offering little release. The air was still. He found himself pacing. He pulled out his phone again, scrolling through his contacts, and then slamming it back down. He grabbed his keys, then paused, the car keys now useless. He needed to *move*, to burn this energy.

He slammed the door and went for a run.