Gemotions

He stared at the letter under the harsh glow of the desk lamp. His heart felt heavy in his chest. The room was dark, except for the circle of light cast by the lamp. He'd unearthed it from a locked drawer, a letter to his estranged wife, written during their most turbulent period. The paper was fragile, the ink faded, but the emotions were raw.

He reread the words, the accusations and the pleas. He felt the same pain, the same confusion. He stood up, the letter crumpled in his hand. He was tired.

He walked to the window, staring at the night sky. The city lights flickered in the distance, mocking him. He dropped the letter to the floor. The world felt quiet, empty. He felt alone.