Gemotions

He’d been practically vibrating all day. The thought of seeing everyone, the laughter, the music, it was a tangible thing, a force pulling at him. Now, the news was a sharp blow. No party. Just…nothing. His jaw clenched. He felt a phantom itch behind his eyes, a desperate need for something to *do*.

His apartment suddenly felt too small, the air thick and oppressive. He paced the worn rug, his hands flexing and unflexing. The silence was deafening, a mocking echo of the vibrant expectations he'd been carrying. He slammed a fist on the kitchen counter, the impact a dull thud against the sudden emptiness.