Gemotions

He stared at the letter, its pale blue envelope a stark contrast to the dark wood of the desk. It had been written to his best friend, the friend who had betrayed him. The betrayal had fractured their friendship. He hadn't looked at the letter in years. Now, it was unearthed, a reminder of a past he couldn't seem to shake.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture that he used when he was agitated. The words, once filled with hope and trust, now felt like a bitter draught. He thought of the laughter they once shared. A sharp pain pulsed behind his eyes.

He stood abruptly, needing to move, to escape the suffocating weight of the words. He found himself walking the perimeter of the room, as if trying to outrun the ghost of his past.