Gemotions

The discovery sent a jolt through him. Mark ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling in the strands. The letter, addressed to his childhood best friend, was a confessional of sorts, detailing his unspoken affections. The words, written in a flurry of youthful passion, were a stark reminder of a heart that had been broken, a vulnerability he now kept hidden.

He paced his small apartment. A familiar pressure built behind his eyes. Every word was a punch to the gut, reopening wounds he had long thought healed. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken things. He crumpled the letter and tossed it in the bin.