Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the decorations seemed to mock Daniel. He had spent weeks preparing for his gamer's tournament. He'd booked a venue, arranged for prizes, and sent out personalized invites. Then, Mark had announced his pool party on the same day.

He walked around the empty arcade, the monitors dark. The room felt immense, cavernous. He could barely breathe. The anticipated cheers and laughter of the party were nothing but a ghost in the air.

He kicked a discarded soda can. It clattered across the floor. He sat down and put his head in his hands.