Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the blinds, casting long shadows across the living room. Leo picked up the envelope, a wave of familiar lethargy washing over him. He had been tasked with sorting through his grandmother’s belongings after her passing. He read an unsent letter from her, full of life, directed to him.

His muscles felt heavy, his mind sluggish. He felt the ache in his chest, a deep and unyielding sadness. The world seemed to fade into a muted blur, the colours losing their vibrancy. The couch seemed too far away.

He sat there, the letter clutched in his hand. He felt the slow, steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He finally placed it back where he found it. The unopened words now an unspoken testament of what could have been.