Gemotions

The letter’s ink had faded, but the emotion was still potent. Liam read his uncle’s discarded resignation letter. He felt a deep unease, an almost physical ache. His uncle, a man of routine, had planned to leave his job and pursue music. But the plan had been abandoned.

Liam ran his hands through his hair. He stared at the letter, a stark reminder of unfulfilled dreams. He felt a compulsion to *do* something, to make a change. He stood up abruptly and crossed the room.

He grabbed his laptop, pulled up his email, and typed a quick message to his boss. Then, he grabbed his phone and called his best friend. He had a sudden urge for a road trip, a physical release for the internal storm brewing inside.