Gemotions

He walked aimlessly around the event space, a knot forming in his throat. The music wasn't loud enough, the decorations didn’t look quite right. The meticulous arrangement of tables and chairs felt off. The details he had obsessed over, suddenly seemed insignificant. Max glanced at his watch. His phone buzzed with a message from a friend. They were unable to make it to his party, as they were going to his friends instead, who were also hosting a party on the same day. He felt his face flush with a hot wave. He had spent months carefully planning the event, and now, he doubted anyone would come.