Gemotions

It was the sudden cancellation that did it. The meticulously crafted decorations, all the hard work, all gone. He felt a tightening in his throat as his brother explained the situation, his voice cracking slightly. The walls seemed to tilt, the room growing blurry.

He pushed back from the table, needing to move, to escape the confines of the kitchen. His breath hitched in his chest. His usual ease in movement had vanished.

He started to pace, back and forth, the same path, over and over. The house, usually a place of comfort, now felt like a box. Every object around him seemed to watch.