Gemotions

The library was quiet, the only sound the rustle of paper as David flipped through the old assignments. He'd always felt like an afterthought, the youngest child always striving to gain attention. Now, he found it. Each paper was a reminder of his mistakes.

He pushed the chair back, the legs scraping across the floor. A familiar ache filled him, a feeling of inadequacy that clung to him like a shroud. He felt the urge to run, to escape the suffocating presence of all these memories.