Gemotions

The stationery was antiquated, the paper thin and yellowed. Michael held the letter aloft, turning it toward the soft glow of the lamp. His gaze remained fixed on the elegant cursive. It was addressed to his brother, a brother he hadn't spoken to in over a decade. He felt a creeping disquiet, an unease that prickled his skin.

He sat heavily on the edge of the bed. The letter expressed a longing for reconciliation, a plea to mend the fractured bond that had once defined their lives. The words resonated with a painful familiarity. He recalled the bitter fight that had severed their connection.

He traced the words with his finger, the silence in the room a deafening echo of their estrangement. The air seemed to compress, squeezing the breath from his lungs. The letter lay innocently on the bed, a symbol of the great divide between them.