Gemotions

The city thrummed outside his window, a constant reminder of the life he was not a part of. He watched the people hurry through the streets. He felt his own steps were slow. He was on the same path, day after day.

The postman had left a single letter. He recognized the handwriting instantly, though he hadn’t seen it in twenty years. A pang of forgotten emotion flared through him. The apology was a simple acknowledgement of past unkindness. He remembered the feeling of being an outsider.

He sat down, his shoulders slumped. The words echoed in the silence of his apartment. He was so far from those days now, so detached from everyone, from everything. He didn't know what to do with the feelings that had surfaced.