Gemotions

He knew the handwriting instantly. It was a brand from his past, one he had hoped to forget. The letter, delivered by hand, contained an apology for a betrayal that had caused him years of suffering. He stood, frozen, the paper clenched in his sweaty palm.

His vision swam. He stumbled to a chair, his legs suddenly weak. He felt a deep, gnawing sense of disorientation. He had moved on. He had built a life, a new life, far from the person who sent this letter.

He closed his eyes, his mind a whirl of long-dormant emotions. He was no longer that boy. He was not that man. How could this ancient debt be paid now? He found himself clutching the letter to his chest, like a lifeline he didn't know if he wanted.