Gemotions

He spent the evening pacing, the confines of his small apartment suddenly feeling suffocating. Every ticking clock, every passing car, every fleeting shadow seemed to mock the absence of the event he’d longed for. He’d envisioned the laughter, the camaraderie, the feeling of connection. Now, the thought of all the effort, the gifts, the excitement that would go unused… The feeling in his chest was akin to a heavy, invisible chain. He rubbed at his temples, trying to dispel the mounting, internal unease.