Gemotions

He stared at the card. The generic message, the anonymous sender. He felt the familiar weight of disappointment. The world was full of vibrant colours but inside, everything felt grayscale.

The house, once filled with laughter, now echoed with silence. The fireplace, once a source of warmth, sat cold and empty. He sat down and put his face in his hands.

His breath hitched as he ran his hands through his hair. The card, still in his grasp, felt heavy, a symbol of everything that was missing. He just sat, staring at nothing for hours.