Gemotions

The letter lay open on Arthur’s desk, the words blurred slightly by a single, carefully placed tear. He hadn't expected this, not after all this time. He felt a subtle shift in his awareness. A weight seemed to have lifted from his shoulders.

He stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the bustling city below. He stretched, feeling the tension drain from his muscles. The world felt… brighter, somehow. The sharp edges of things seemed to have softened.

He chuckled softly to himself, a low rumble of sound in the quiet office. He grabbed his coat, a definite spring in his step. "Time for a walk," he muttered to himself.