Gemotions

He found himself pacing his apartment, a bundle of nervous energy. The clash of birthdays – his and Liam's – had created a peculiar tension. Liam, ever the showman, was throwing a party at a rented nightclub. He, Mark, had a low-key board games night.

His phone buzzed. It was Liam, confirming his attendance. Mark's jaw softened and he smiled. He pictured Liam’s enthusiasm and boundless energy and it made his heart swell with joy. He was so glad he could call him a friend.

He began meticulously arranging the snacks on the table, a small act of devotion. He hummed a quiet tune, a melody of contentment. The thought of the upcoming evening, of shared laughter and friendly competition, was pure comfort.