Gemotions

The old box, filled with his father's possessions, felt heavy in Mark's arms. He discovered the letter amidst a pile of forgotten photographs. It detailed his father's intention to leave his job in finance, to pursue music. It was never sent. Mark stared at the words, a pang of recognition striking him. He understood that sense of yearning. He looked at the sheet and felt a constriction in his chest, a sensation that made it difficult to breathe. The room was too hot. He needed air.