Gemotions

The sun beat down relentlessly as Edward, with an almost grudging air, dusted off the dirt from the box he’d unearthed. Finding this particular object had been a mistake. The thought of taking a second to think about the past caused his stomach to turn slightly.

He pried open the lid, revealing a collection of trinkets and mementos. A baseball card, a half-eaten lollipop, a faded photograph of a smiling boy in a ridiculously oversized baseball cap. He recoiled.

He poked at the items with a long, disapproving finger. The boy in the photo, was that him? He looked… pathetic. The smile felt forced, the joy unreal. He quickly turned his attention to anything else.

He closed the lid, the motion abrupt and decisive. Edward was done with this. Done with this box. Done with all of it. He needed a drink.