Gemotions

The cold wind whipped at David's face as he retrieved the mail. He didn't expect much, but the unsigned birthday card was a blow, a clear indication of his isolation. He felt the familiar weight pressing down on him.

He crumpled the card in his hand, then threw it across the room. He didn't even care. The thought of eating was repulsive.

The silence of the house was oppressive, thick with unacknowledged grief. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor. He wanted to disappear. He didn't know how to do that, either.