Gemotions

The elaborate decorations he'd spent hours assembling, now seemed ridiculous. Mark stared at them, a knot forming in his stomach. The party, the one that meant the world, wasn't happening. The carefully constructed facade of the celebration shattered, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

He slumped onto the couch, the cushions offering no comfort. His gaze drifted to the untouched cake on the kitchen counter, the brightly lit candles seemed mocking.

He felt a deep sense of wrongness, the world no longer felt like a friendly place. A burning heat rose inside, starting in his chest and spreading outward.