Gemotions

He stared at the package, addressed to "Mr. Silas Thorne." He, however, was now living in this residence. He had been feeling nothing but the opposite of that, lately. This box, though, it presented a new potential. He ran his hand over the cardboard, a slow, deliberate movement.

He sliced open the box. It was filled with books. Thick, leather-bound volumes. He pulled one out. "The Collected Works of Edgar Allan Poe." He opened it, inhaling the scent of aged paper and ink. He began to read.