Gemotions

He stared at the card, the generic design making him physically ill. It was a reminder of the things he had missed and would never have again. He slammed his fist on the kitchen table, the sudden noise echoing through the empty house.

He paced the room, anger bubbling inside. He wanted to shout, to scream, to lash out. The silence was deafening. He stopped at the window, the world outside a blur.

The card felt like a deliberate act of cruelty. He grabbed a lighter and lit the card on fire.