Gemotions

The dirt clinging to his boots, Leo studied the box, a smirk playing on his lips. His younger self's attempt at posterity. How predictable. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that spoke of weary resignation.

He wrenched open the lid, revealing a collection of CDs and a crumpled movie ticket. Music and film. Such cliché. The world spun. He didn’t want to be here.

The selection of music was appalling, filled with screeching vocals and awful guitar solos. He tossed it back in, the gesture conveying his utter lack of interest.

He picked up the movie ticket, a romance he had apparently enjoyed. The irony was almost too much to bear. He dropped the ticket into the box and slammed it shut, the sound harsh and final.