Gemotions

He stared at his reflection, the lines around his eyes etched by years of bitterness. His apartment was dark, unlit, a physical manifestation of his emotional state. He was a retired soldier, and the silence of his days was deafening. A thick envelope, postmarked from the other side of the world, arrived. Inside was a letter from his former commanding officer, an admission of guilt for a war crime that had defined his life. He felt the blood drain from his face, and his hands trembled as he reread the words, the words a damning indictment, a reminder of his own complicity.