Gemotions

"Found it!" Mark shouted, his voice echoing in the abandoned warehouse. He hadn't been expecting to find anything, just to escape the oppressive silence of his apartment. The metal canister, buried beneath a layer of rubble, felt significant in his hands.

He'd forgotten this, just like he'd forgotten so much else. His face mirrored the dust on the capsule as he opened it. Inside, a collection of childhood drawings, a Star Wars action figure, and a handwritten list of life goals, all written with childish enthusiasm. He now needed constant support. He felt a familiar hollowness in his chest. A constant need for others to make the choices.