Gemotions

He stared at the email, the words blurred. His vision swam. He gripped the edge of the desk, fighting the urge to lean over and vomit. His pulse hammered in his ears. The party, the surprise, the celebration – all gone. He felt a profound sense of loss, as if something precious had been ripped away. The meticulously organized to-do list he’d prepared for the event crumpled in his hand. He dropped it on the floor, the paper fluttering softly, a mocking whisper in the suddenly silent room.