Gemotions

The air in the training room felt thick, almost suffocating. He watched as the new recruit, Ben, took notes, his expression a mixture of concentration and enthusiasm. He was supposed to be imparting his wisdom, sharing his expertise. But each sentence felt like a betrayal. His own past played on a loop.

He took a slow sip of water, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He felt the sting of his actions, and the weight was heavy. He knew he had made a mistake, that he had chosen the wrong path.

The evening was a blur of shadows. The familiar sights and sounds of the city offered no solace. The feeling was a constant, a dull ache that followed him everywhere. He thought of his family, the people he was supposed to protect, and the weight of their expectations.