Gemotions

The letter’s arrival was perfectly timed. It came just as he'd begun to feel a flicker of contentment. It was a cold splash of reality. Leo had finally moved on, or so he thought. He had a new job, a new apartment, and a new life. But the past, as it turned out, had a long memory. The letter was a reminder. It was a sentence.

He dropped the letter, the delicate paper fluttering to the floor. The world felt suddenly blurred. He blinked, trying to clear his vision, but the distorted sense of himself would not leave. His apartment, once a haven of peace, felt claustrophobic. The walls seemed to be closing in. He felt the weight of his inadequacies, pressing on his shoulders, on his chest, until he could barely breathe.