Gemotions

The card felt cold in her hands, its glossy surface reflecting the morning sun. It was a mass-produced piece of nothingness, and that was the problem. Emily felt a peculiar flutter in her chest, a nervous energy she couldn't quite place.

She found herself staring at the card for a long time. It was as if she was trying to read some secret message hidden within its generic design. She felt a sudden, sharp pang of something unpleasant.

She reached for her phone, but stopped herself. It was childish. Still, the feeling remained, a persistent ache. She decided to go for a run. The pounding of her feet on the pavement seemed the only way to alleviate the strange discomfort.