Gemotions

The weight of the letter felt like a stone in his hand. He looked at his cluttered apartment. Every item was familiar, every stain on the carpet, every scratch on the wall, a reminder of countless moments, of a life lived. Now, each object felt threatening. Each memory felt like a burden.

He walked to the window and looked out. The city below seemed distant, irrelevant. He opened the window, the cold air rushing in. He took a deep breath, and it felt like the first breath he had taken in years. He wasn’t sure what he should do. He didn't know what to do next. He felt like a ship cast adrift, with no land in sight.