Gemotions

John dropped his phone, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet room. He stared at the screen, the details of Liam’s party swimming before his eyes. All the careful planning, the meticulous preparation for his own birthday celebration, suddenly felt… pointless. He could feel a coldness creeping into his limbs.

He paced the room, his steps erratic. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. The walls seemed to be closing in.

He found himself struggling to swallow. The air felt thick, heavy. He glanced at the calendar, at the date circled in red, now a stark reminder of his predicament. He couldn't seem to get his bearings.