Gemotions

The delay notification flashed across the screen, a digital slap in the face. He snorted, a sharp, humorless sound. The charity gala. He had been looking forward to it, the chance to feel good about something other than himself. Now, all that was left was bitterness and defeat.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through the pictures of the venue. He felt his face contort with a grimace. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His chest felt heavy, constricted. He wanted to lash out, to hurt something, anything, that could bear the brunt of his frustration.