Gemotions

The small, heart-shaped box felt ridiculously light. He’d nearly not even opened it. The sender’s name: Brittany, a student from twenty years ago, who he remembered for her constant tardiness and her habit of wearing platform shoes. The box contained a single, artisan chocolate. He opened it, scrutinizing the glossy surface. The card read: "You were the only one who didn't judge my fashion choices." He took a bite of the chocolate, the sweetness souring on his tongue. The thought that she still remembered him, that *he* might have had some impact? He threw the box in the trash.