Gemotions

The estate sale was a circus. Noise and strangers. Ethan, tasked with emptying his uncle's study, felt a familiar dread. He didn't want this. He didn't deserve it.

He unearthed a small, leather-bound notebook. Inside, scribbled in shaky handwriting, was a draft resignation letter. His uncle, who’d been a successful lawyer, had once wanted to quit. Ethan had never known he was suffering.

He felt the familiar sting of resentment. He hated the way he was. He hated everything about himself. He didn't deserve any of this. He wasn't good enough.

He felt the urge to destroy, to get rid of everything. He wanted to scream. He wanted to vanish. Instead, he forced himself to sort through the papers, meticulously cataloging each item, desperately trying to prove he could handle this.