Gemotions

The handwritten letters were in a shoebox. His sister, needing funds, planned to sell them. He closed the lid, the cardboard feeling coarse beneath his fingertips. He felt a strange buzzing behind his ears, a constant, irritating hum that wouldn't cease.

He walked to the window, the city lights blurring into an indistinguishable smear. He felt a desperate urge to run, to escape the confines of his own thoughts. His jaw clenched, and he ran a hand roughly through his hair. He needed, he *needed* to get away.