Gemotions

He hadn't thought about it in years. The betrayal, the anger, the pain… all safely locked away. Then, this. The letter, neatly folded, its words a carefully constructed plea for forgiveness. Michael's breath hitched, a strange tightness in his chest. His hands clenched and unclenched.

He found himself pacing, the confines of his small office suddenly feeling too small. He grabbed a pen, scribbling meaningless lines on a notepad. His mind raced, a whirlwind of memories and conflicting emotions. He felt a powerful, almost desperate need to… *do* something.

He slammed his fist on the desk. He needed to run. He had to move.