Gemotions

The email sat in Amelia’s inbox, a stark, unwelcome presence. "Regretfully, the party…" Her eyes skimmed the words, the rest dissolving into a meaningless jumble. She felt a strange pressure behind her eyes, a kind of bubbling discomfort in her chest. She pushed herself away from the desk, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. The meticulously organized decorations she'd purchased felt, somehow, mocking. She wandered over to the window, staring out at the vibrant colours of the sunset. It felt… off-key, all of it.