Gemotions

He knelt beside the grave, the list crumpled in his hand. His father’s last wishes seemed to burn in his mind. "Forgive my mistakes." The words were like a physical blow. He stared at the headstone, the name etched in stone. He had carried his own grievances, his own judgements, for years.

The sun beat down on his face, a searing heat that mirrored the fire in his chest. He looked at the list again, feeling the weight of his own imperfections. He had held onto his resentment for so long. He had failed his father. He closed his eyes, the words echoing in his mind, and the sting of regret was almost unbearable.