Gemotions

The setting sun cast a warm glow on the letter, but it did nothing to ease the chill that had settled in Marcus’s bones. The letter was an apology to his ex-wife, a plea for forgiveness for mistakes he’d refused to acknowledge at the time. His face twisted.

He felt a sickening lurch in his gut. The raw, desperate plea for her forgiveness, written with such passionate intensity, was a stark contrast to the man he had become. The words, filled with regret and longing, felt like an open wound.

He sank into a chair, the letter a crushing weight in his hand. The past, he realised, was always present, always waiting to remind him of his failures. He closed his eyes, the words echoing in his mind, a constant, painful reminder of what he had lost.