Gemotions

He’d found the box in the garage, tucked away beneath a pile of old tools. John had always been the black sheep of the family, the one who didn't fit the mold. The assignments were a testament to that. He read through a rejection letter from his dream college, carefully preserved alongside a less-than-stellar report card.

He dropped the box, the contents spilling onto the concrete floor. The cold seeped into his bones. His mother must have been proud of the others. He felt the sting of something cold, something that had been building inside him. The world felt smaller, somehow.