Gemotions

The letter was found inside a dusty, antique jewelry box. David traced the delicate script, a wave of familiarity washing over him. It was a letter to his grandfather, a man he had deeply admired, a man he hadn’t spoken to in nearly a decade. His fingers trembled as he began to read, each word a painful reminder of lost opportunities.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable heat in his cheeks. He could feel his heartbeat quicken. He'd poured his heart out, begging for forgiveness, for understanding. He'd never sent it. He hadn't known he still felt this way.

The room around him began to feel stifling. He pushed back from the table, needing air. The letter lay open, the words glaring at him, a monument to a grief that he had tried to bury.