Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands until it almost hurt. This was stupid. Two parties on the same night? It was a disaster waiting to happen. Especially for him. He'd tried to be casual when he’d first learned about Sarah’s plans. He’d congratulated her, told her it was a great idea. Now, days later, he was finding it hard to breathe.

He had promised himself he wouldn’t let her know. But the pressure was building. He walked into his kitchen, seeking a glass of water, and found himself pacing instead. The open, empty space felt like a judgement.

He felt his hands clench. He imagined Sarah, surrounded by people, effortlessly charming everyone. He’d spent weeks agonizing over details for his own party. Now, he wondered if anyone would even show up.