Gemotions

The card was tucked beneath a pile of junk mail. He hadn't been expecting anything. He picked it up and held it for a while, the simple gesture somehow profound. His birthday had recently passed.

He walked through his apartment, each room echoing with the sounds of his solitude. He began to feel a sensation he couldn't quite define. It filled him with a strange mix of unease and a subtle pull.

He sat on the couch, the card still in his hand. He looked around him, the familiar surroundings suddenly strange. He felt a sharp pang of loneliness, a hollowness that seemed to expand within his chest. He set the card down, and the silence began to suffocate him.