Gemotions

The attic was a labyrinth of forgotten treasures and discarded memories. David found a box marked "Dad's Stuff". Inside, amidst old photographs and faded ties, he discovered a letter. His father's handwriting, neat and precise, but the words… they burned with a cold, contained anger aimed at David himself.

He read the letter slowly, each word a fresh wound. His father's disappointment, his criticisms, his barely concealed disdain. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone had punched him. He had always tried to earn his father's approval.

He threw the letter down, his hands trembling. The world tilted on its axis. He couldn’t breathe.