Gemotions

He crumpled the invitation in his fist, the paper crackling like a dry twig. Michael tasted the bitterness rising in his throat. He’d poured his savings into this party, the only thing that mattered to him. And now… nothing. He felt his pulse thrumming against his temples.

He stood, grabbed his car keys, and started the engine. He knew exactly what he'd do. The car would head to the house of the person who cancelled it. He pulled up, and began honking his horn. He’d continue to do so all night.