Gemotions

The box felt heavy in her hands. She knew exactly what it was before she even opened it. A collection of her old lessons, meticulously organized and neatly bound. From the one student who always fell asleep during history class. "Thank you, Jacob," she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Her gaze darted around the room, as if searching for an escape. He'd never participated, never engaged, always slumbering through her impassioned lectures. Now, this… this felt like a pointed reminder of her perceived failures.