Gemotions

He folded the letter meticulously, the creases echoing the lines of worry etched into his forehead. The apology felt hollow, a belated attempt to mend a rift that had spanned half his life. He found himself pacing the worn wooden floorboards of his apartment, the rhythmic creak of the floorboards a counterpoint to the turmoil within. His appetite had deserted him, and he hadn't touched his dinner. The city lights outside his window blurred through his tear-filled eyes. He felt a profound sense of loss, a chasm that no words could fill.