Gemotions

The attic was stifling, the air thick with dust and regret. Alex unfolded the letter, the paper fragile beneath his fingertips. His father's departure, a decision he had never understood, was laid bare in black ink. The reasons were complex, full of disillusionment and a yearning for a simpler life. Alex exhaled slowly, each breath feeling heavy and shallow. He imagined his father, sitting at his desk, composing the letter, a different man than the one he knew. He felt a deep sense of loneliness.