Gemotions

The old diary lay open on the table, its pages filled with the familiar scrawl of his younger self. Michael held the letter from a former love, a woman whose memory had haunted him for decades. He read the words, each sentence a painful reminder of what could have been. The sun was setting, casting long shadows across the room. He felt a soft tug in his chest, a feeling he hadn’t felt in years. He closed the diary and stood, and walked towards the window, watching the last golden rays of the day fade away.