Gemotions

He paced the confines of his small apartment, the worn wooden floorboards groaning under his weight. He kept replaying the phone call, each word a fresh stab. The cancellation. The reason offered, a paltry excuse. He clenched his fists, knuckles white.

His phone lay on the coffee table, an unopened text message blinking on the screen. It was from his best friend, reminding him of the event. He ignored it. He felt trapped, suffocated by an invisible cage of disappointment.

He slammed the front door and stormed out of the apartment. His eyes scanned the building for someone to talk to, but all the hallways felt empty. The evening air was cold, biting against his skin. He needed to be alone. He needed to disappear.