Gemotions

The silence of his apartment was almost suffocating. He paced, the worn carpet offering no comfort beneath his restless feet. The sleek, expensive wallet lay open on the coffee table, a beacon in the dim light.

He considered everything he had to lose. His reputation, his career, his carefully constructed life. The temptation to keep the money, to disappear for a while, was a powerful siren song. He ran a hand over his face, feeling the prickle of stubble.

He looked out the window, at the city lights twinkling below. He felt a deep sense of wrongness, a corrosive feeling that threatened to eat away at him. He knew that the choices he had made, he could not undo.