Gemotions

The snow fell softly outside the window, blanketing the world in a pristine white. John sat by the fireplace, the flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. The letter rested on the mantelpiece, its presence a constant, nagging reminder. He leaned back in his chair, the warmth of the fire doing little to soothe the coldness that had settled in his heart.

He’d received the apology from his estranged son, a man he had hurt deeply. He had been a harsh father, driven by his own demons, and now, his son was gone. The letter was his desperate attempt at repair. John took a deep breath, and he stared into the flames.

The fire crackled, and the snow fell, and the world seemed to hold its breath. He felt a deep sense of sadness, a profound regret that settled in his bones. He had hurt his son and that would always be.