Gemotions

The old house groaned around Liam, the wind whistling through the cracks in the windows. He’d found the letter while sorting through his mother's effects after her passing, a painful task. The discovery felt like a fresh wound. He didn’t know it existed.

The letter was a goodbye, a farewell to a life she no longer wanted. He read the words, each sentence a blow. The room felt suddenly small, the walls closing in. The implications of what she had written, what she had felt, were overwhelming.

He struggled to breathe. His vision blurred, the words swimming before his eyes. He rose from the chair, a feeling of deep unease washing over him. He needed to be away from this place. His hands trembled as he stuffed the letter back into the envelope.