Gemotions

Elara kept pacing the living room. Her party was intimate, a small gathering in her garden. Music, fairy lights, and conversation. Liam's? A beach party, with a bonfire and a DJ. She glanced at the clock again, a frantic movement.

The small string of fairy lights she'd carefully hung earlier seemed dim, inadequate. The quiet hum of the refrigerator seemed to mock the music she could hear playing in her mind. Her chest felt constricted.

She stopped pacing and slumped onto the sofa. The invitations to her party were all sent, the food was ordered. What was she missing? What was wrong? She felt the air grow heavy, as if a storm was gathering in her mind.