Gemotions

The weight of the party invitations pressed down on Leo. He and Mark had always shared a birthday, a tradition spanning twenty years. Now, Mark had decided to throw a massive club night, a complete contrast to Leo’s planned board game evening. Leo understood the allure of the big event, the thumping music, and the flowing drinks. He missed the old friendship.

He ran a hand through his hair, a knot forming in his stomach. He pictured Mark, laughing and dancing with his new friends, completely immersed in the revelry. It felt isolating.

Leo meticulously prepared the snacks, arranging the cheese and crackers just so. He chose Mark’s favourite board game, the one they used to play for hours. “It’s okay,” he muttered to himself, his voice sounding hollow. He hoped Mark would find the evening memorable, one way or another.