Gemotions

The card felt cheap, flimsy, like a slap in the face. He held it up to the light, searching for a clue, a name, anything. The emptiness inside mirrored the empty envelope.

He poured himself a stiff drink, the liquor burning his throat. He hated the forced smiles, the hollow platitudes. He felt trapped, adrift in a sea of superficiality.

He sat in silence, the card still in his hand, feeling the familiar weight of disappointment. He was done pretending. He was done playing along. He was done.