Gemotions

He picked up the box, the paper slightly damp from the rain. "For Thomas," the label stated. The previous resident, Thomas, had been a jovial, outgoing man, always quick with a smile and a helping hand. He was the opposite of everything he was.

He carried the package into his apartment, the silence amplifying the thud of his own heartbeat. The weight of the box felt heavy in his hands, a burden he didn't deserve.

Inside, was a box of photographs, a snapshot of memories he would never share, of friends he would never know. He put it away in a drawer, feeling a deep ache that he couldn't name.