Gemotions

The bustling train station became a blur as Liam scanned the crowd. He'd been trying to avoid the postman, but he couldn't hide forever. He'd seen the handwriting on the letter, and a cold dread had settled in his stomach.

He’d once been a hero, now he was something else. He should have done more. He wished he could go back.

He sat on a bench, staring at the envelope, the sounds of the station washing over him. The train's departure horn blared, a sound that pierced through his chest.