Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, a stranger staring back. His eyes were wide, darting, constantly scanning. His voice felt tight, brittle, even to his own ears. The party… it was an impending failure.

He spent hours meticulously tidying his apartment, as if the perfect environment could somehow fix the situation. He couldn’t sit still, couldn't concentrate.

He ran a hand through his hair, mussing it until it stood on end. He felt exposed, vulnerable, as if everyone could see the fear etched on his face. He knew the day would be long, fraught with tension.