Gemotions

The letter arrived in the late afternoon, just as David was about to settle into a quiet evening. He'd been expecting the usual bills and junk mail. Instead, this. He scanned the lines, his jaw clenching. It was the apology he'd always craved, and yet… It felt like a trap, a twisted game. His heart hammered in his chest.

He slammed the letter down on the table, the sharp sound echoing in the stillness of the room. He felt a surge of energy, a restless need to move. He began to pace. He pulled at his shirt, loosening the collar. He couldn't shake the sensation that something was about to happen.

He wanted to scream. He wanted to rage. He wanted to understand.