Gemotions

The draft was in a drawer filled with old things. A forgotten notebook, a box of faded photographs, and then the typed letter. The typed letter was her father's. It was his resignation, from a job that clearly stifled him. Liam felt a pressure in his chest, a strange ache. He could see his father in a new light.

Liam re-read the words, and his eyes kept returning to the signature. He pictured his father's younger self, full of confidence and dreams. His heart beat faster. Suddenly, everything in the room seemed sharp and clear.

He spent hours that day organizing his bookshelf, something he’d put off for weeks. He found himself humming a song he hadn't heard in years. He thought about his own career, his own ambitions. A spark of determination ignited within him.