Gemotions

The dust-filled attic, once a source of curiosity, now felt like a burden. John, a man who always kept his emotions in check, found himself struggling to breathe as he sorted through the attic's contents. He found a collection of old journals, their pages filled with cursive writing.

He opened one, reading snippets of a life he did not understand. He felt a sharp sting behind his eyes. He quickly closed it, as if afraid the words would leap off the page and grab him.

He felt the walls closing in. He sat down on the floor, his head in his hands. He wished he had never come up here. He started to tremble, a shiver running down his spine.