Gemotions

The weight of the past settled on David's shoulders as he held the letter. It was addressed to his best friend, a letter filled with jealous accusations that he had never sent. Now, he wondered if his friend had ever suspected what was in his heart.

He felt the color drain from his face. The words felt like a physical blow. The letter was a reminder of a darker side of himself he would rather forget. He crumpled it in his hand, feeling the paper tear. He then hid the crumpled mess in his desk, under a pile of invoices. He needed air.