Gemotions

The stench of the factory floor, the relentless grind of machinery, had become a prison for Leo. He worked until his muscles screamed, trying to forget the emptiness that gnawed at his insides. One day, a neatly typed letter, slipped amongst his pay stub, landed in his grasp. Her.

He stared at the words, the impersonal font a stark contrast to the memories that flooded his mind. The apology, cold and detached, offered no solace. He crushed the paper in his hand, a primal urge to destroy consuming him. The pressure behind his eyes was immense.