Gemotions

He found the letter tucked between the pages of his father's old appointment book. His father, a man of routine and unwavering resolve. He’d never quit anything in his life. The letter, penned in a frantic scrawl, was a draft of a resignation from his coveted position at the firm. He sat in his father’s worn armchair, the leather creaking beneath him. His own hands trembled, mirroring the shaky ink on the page. A wave of profound sadness washed over him. The book closed with a soft thud. He felt a deep, unexplainable weight pressing down, settling heavy in his soul.