Gemotions

Liam sat alone in the bar, nursing a beer he couldn't really afford. The emptiness in his life was a constant companion, a dull ache that lingered in his bones. The echoes of his past haunted his every move, every thought. He felt as though the world was closing in. He stood up to leave, and saw a wallet on the floor.

He picked it up, a sudden weight settling in his stomach. The contents of the wallet, a substantial sum of money, stared back at him. He felt the familiar sting of his inadequacies. He was torn. He stared at the wallet, the bar a distant, irrelevant noise. He took a breath, and started to walk home.