Gemotions

He’d almost thrown it away. The postmark was from a town he’d sworn he'd never set foot in again. Liam fished the envelope out of the trash, his brow furrowed in confusion. Inside, a single sheet of paper. The handwriting was neat, meticulous. He sat down heavily on the edge of his bed, the letter trembling in his grasp.

His apartment was quiet, the only sound the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. He stared at the words, unable to process their meaning. The air seemed thick, heavy. He felt a strange tingling in his hands and feet, like he was floating away. He felt detached from himself.