Gemotions

James stared at the acceptance letter, now years old. He had framed it and put it on his desk at home. He took it down, slowly. The college was closing. He felt a profound sense of loss, a heavy stillness in the air.

He moved to the window. Outside, the world was carrying on as usual. Birds chirped. Cars drove by. But here, inside, time seemed to have stopped. The memories that now rose up, flooding through him, were all he had.

He remembered the anticipation he had felt. The first class. The first friend. The dreams. He felt a pang in his heart.