Gemotions

The email sat unopened in the inbox. He stared at it for an hour, the cursor blinking mockingly. He'd poured his heart into it, a carefully crafted message detailing their shared past, a plea for remembrance. Now, he couldn’t bring himself to click. He felt a profound sense of loss, a deep void.

He got up from his chair and walked over to the window, the city lights a distant, indifferent glow. He felt a tightening in his chest. His breath hitched. He had prepared for any response, except this.

He deleted the email. It felt like the final burial, a closure to a friendship that apparently only existed in his memory.