Gemotions

The card was a stark contrast to the familiar routine of the mail. "Happy Birthday!" it exclaimed in a bold, bubbly font. Mark stared at it, his jaw tight. It was a reminder of something he was actively ignoring. He wanted to scream.

He crumpled the card into a ball. He immediately smoothed it out again. He felt a rising panic in his chest. His hands were shaking. He felt like his own body was a foreign country that he had been imprisoned in.

He slammed his fist on the table, the sound echoing in the silent house. He grabbed his car keys. He had no plan, no destination. He just needed to drive.