Gemotions

He’d almost forgotten. Michael stared at the letter, its weight strangely oppressive. It was a phantom, the reminder of a hurt he’d long tried to bury. He'd done his best to put the incident in the past and move on.

The letter lay on the table, as if it was sneering at him. The betrayal, the damage, the way they'd all turned against him…it all came flooding back, sharper than ever. He grabbed his coat, pulled it on quickly and jammed his hands into the pockets.

He needed to be outside, to breathe the air, to dispel the feeling of being trapped. The city noise, the bustle of the crowds, seemed to mock his feelings. He walked with a purpose, each step filled with resentment.