Gemotions

David paced his apartment, the rhythmic thud of his steps a counterpoint to the distant music from Liam's house. He was hosting a poker night, a small gathering of close friends. He’d spent hours preparing the perfect playlist, buying expensive cigars, stocking the bar. The contrast with Liam's sprawling outdoor event was stark.

He kept replaying conversations in his head, the casual mentions of Liam’s party. He felt like he wasn’t enough, his own efforts inadequate. He considered cancelling the whole thing.

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous gesture he hadn't realized he was doing. He grabbed his phone and stared at the screen, then tossed it on the couch. He was alone with his thoughts.