Gemotions

The days were blending together, a monotonous cycle of wakefulness and sleep. Nothing seemed to bring him solace. He felt a deep, unshakeable weariness. His brother had sent a drawing from his daughter, Alice. A tall, lanky figure with twig-like arms and an oversized hat. He closed his eyes, his breath hitching. Silas. His protector.

He'd almost forgotten about Silas. Looking at the crude lines, he could almost feel Silas's presence, the quiet reassurance he had always provided. He sank into his chair, the drawing clutched in his hand, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips, the memories, once forgotten, now flooded back.