Gemotions

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, seemingly ordinary, yet its contents set off a chain reaction within him. David’s palms were sweating as he ripped it open, a nervous tic from his youth. The formal script of the invitation felt distant, almost mocking.

His breath grew shallow as he read through the details. He visualized the venue, the faces, the potential for everything to go wrong. He imagined himself fumbling through conversations, awkwardly answering questions about his life.

He felt a tightness in his chest. He threw the invitation into the wastepaper basket, but he knew the moment the trash was collected, he would retrieve it.