Gemotions

The letter arrived alongside bills and junk mail. He ripped it open with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. "Another obligation," he muttered, his voice gravelly. He sank back into his armchair, the cushions immediately molding to his form.

His gaze flicked over the details of the invitation. The school, the date, the promise of nostalgia. A small chuckle escaped him. Nostalgia? He felt a profound sense of… something, something difficult to name. All the effort felt tiring.

He found himself fighting to stay upright, his head bobbing slightly. The room felt warm, the ambient sounds of the house a soporific backdrop. The idea of attending the reunion filled him with a curious blend of dread and… indifference. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, to think it over.