Gemotions

The time capsule was hidden in the hollow of an ancient oak, a place Liam often frequented. The discovery felt like an intrusion. He traced the circumference of the metal canister with his fingers, a tightening in his jaw. Why did he not recall this?

His breath hitched. He wasn’t a sentimental person. He didn’t save things, didn’t hold onto memories. Yet, there it was, bearing witness to something he should remember. He cautiously unlatched the lid, the sound echoing in the tranquil woods.

Inside, a single, tarnished silver locket rested. He picked it up, his thumb tracing the intricate carvings. A sense of unease settled into the pit of his stomach. A sense that this locket, and everything within this box, held a secret. He didn’t know what the truth was, but a feeling of profound discomfort began to fester.