Gemotions

The apartment was cold, even with the heater cranked up. Liam wrapped his arms around himself, a futile attempt to ward off the chill that seemed to seep into his bones. When he checked the mail, his movements were listless. He saw it right away, tucked under a magazine. A card, covered in glitter. He hadn’t had a birthday party in years, not since… well, since everything changed. The card was unsigned, a generic wish for happiness. He crumpled it in his fist, the glitter catching in his nails. He felt a profound sense of isolation.