Gemotions

The phone buzzed, and Alex saw the name: “Brian Thompson.” The name itself was a weight. He had been the one who'd spread the lies. The one who'd made him feel like he didn’t belong. The memories burned with a familiar intensity.

He felt a sudden need to apologize. He went into his study and began writing, the words flowing onto the page. He wrote and wrote until he was exhausted. He had to be honest.

The finished letter sat on the desk, the words a stark reminder of his past. He felt a dull ache, a profound sense of self-disappointment. He stared at the letter, unsure what to do with it.