Gemotions

He stared at the letter, a photograph of his younger self staring back at him. It was a letter to his estranged brother, a plea for forgiveness penned in the aftermath of a family tragedy. It was a letter he never sent.

A coldness seeped through him, chilling him to the bone. The words, now ancient, echoed with the unspoken truths of his life, a catalogue of his failures. His hands began to shake uncontrollably.

He crumpled the letter, the paper protesting in his grip. The memories, sharp and painful, crashed over him, leaving him gasping for air. "I can't," he muttered, sinking into the nearest chair.