Gemotions

He found the card during his usual morning walk. His birthday was next week. He glanced at the anonymous message, a peculiar sensation of… something… bubbling up inside.

He returned to his house, the familiar routine of making coffee and scanning the news feeling strangely pointless. He stood at the window, watching the leaves fall from the trees, a reflection of the passing time.

He thought of the things he had failed to do, the people he had failed to love. He felt a deep longing for a different life, one filled with warmth and connection. He tossed the card onto the counter, his breakfast untouched.