Gemotions

The attic air was thick and stagnant. He felt his pulse quicken as he flipped through the assignments. Each page a reminder of a life that felt out of reach. He had always yearned for a life outside of his hometown. His hands felt heavy. The discovery only amplified the feeling of being bound to this place, to this routine.

He sank onto the floor, the dust settling on his clothes. He thought about the job he had to go to in the morning and a low moan escaped his throat.