Gemotions

He found the note tucked inside the worn leather-bound book Arthur had given him years ago. "On to new adventures. Don't let me hold you back." The words, penned in Arthur's familiar script, felt like a slap in the face. His jaw clenched. He was supposed to be advancing his career, to be taking his own leap. He’d planned to seek guidance, to ask for advice on some crucial decisions. Now he was adrift. He threw the book against the wall with a violence that made him wince, the sound almost lost in the sudden, echoing silence of the abandoned warehouse. He felt a profound sense of abandonment, a void expanding in his chest.