Gemotions

The coffee shop was too loud, the chatter of the other patrons grating on his nerves. He felt a constant sense of unease, a pervasive feeling of… weariness. He’d promised to look at his grandfather's belongings. He knew he should.

He pulled a box down from the shelf, its contents spilling onto the table. A typed letter, carefully folded and tucked between a worn dictionary and a faded photograph. It was a letter of resignation. Dated from years ago.

His grandfather, the man who seemed to have everything, had also struggled. The words stirred something deep inside him. He felt… hollow, the coffee suddenly bitter. He pushed the box away, the task now seeming insurmountable.