Gemotions

The dust swirled around him, catching in his throat. David had always been a tidy person. He considered himself to have a good eye for decorating and keeping things neat. This attic, though? This was a disaster. He felt a deep sense of wrongness as he surveyed the scene.

Scattered amidst the clutter were dozens of handwritten letters, many addressed to a "Beloved Thomas." The tone of the letters was intimate, filled with passionate declarations. It felt as though he was an unwelcome voyeur.

He felt a deep sense of embarrassment, like someone had caught him doing something he shouldn't. He quickly retreated, his face burning, the letters' words echoing in his mind. He never wanted to step foot in that attic again.