Gemotions

The basement was a labyrinth of forgotten memories. Liam stumbled through the dimness, the flashlight beam dancing over dusty shelves. He unearthed a box, his heart beginning to pound. His chest constricted as he realized what he was looking at: a complete archive of his scholastic career.

He flipped through a history report, his name scrawled at the top. He’d barely spoken to his mother in years. He felt ashamed of how he had treated her, how he had ignored her calls, her emails, her attempts to connect.

A sudden, sharp pain pierced his gut. Why hadn't he been a better son? He stood there, frozen, the weight of his actions crushing him.