Gemotions

The paper was thick and heavy, the ink a rich, dark blue. Henry frowned at the handwriting, his own, so different from what he remembered. The letter was to his former boss, a man he'd despised at the time. A sense of unease settled over him, heavy and oppressive.

He read the words, surprised. The letter was an expression of gratitude, a recognition of mentorship, a sincere apology for his past behavior. He sat, utterly stunned. He recalled the bitterness, the resentment he'd felt.

He stared out the window, the world outside blurred. The silence was deafening, amplified by the unexpected contents of the letter. He felt a disconnect, a confusion he couldn't define. He felt like he'd stepped into a different life.