Gemotions

He stared at the objects laid out before him, a slow burn rising in his chest. A childhood drawing, a worn-out comic book, a keychain from a place he’d never visited. The time capsule sat on his desk, an unwelcome guest.

He ran a hand over his face, feeling the prickle of his beard. He wanted to smash the whole thing, to shatter it into a million pieces. He picked up the drawing, his fingers trembling.

He ripped it in half. Then again. And again, until the image was nothing but shreds of coloured paper. He dropped the pieces and stood. He wanted to burn everything.