Gemotions

The invitation sat heavy in Leo’s trembling hand, the glossy card a mocking weight. He reread the words: “Surprise party! Come celebrate!” Now, the silence of the house pressed in on him, the absence of any preparation a brutal echo. He felt a cold prickle crawl up his spine, and his breath hitched. His stomach lurched as though he’d ridden a particularly turbulent rollercoaster. He imagined the faces of his friends, now potentially uninvited, their excitement replaced with… disappointment? He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands, a desperate attempt to ground himself.