Gemotions

The elegant script of the invitation seemed to taunt Thomas. He ran a hand through his thinning hair, the glossy paper feeling cold against his fingertips. He felt the weight of years. He felt the weight of his decisions.

He looked out the window at the rain-swept streets. Gray and lifeless, just like he felt. He had always been the quiet one, the observer. The reunion forced him to confront the lives he never lived.

He remembered David, the class clown, always getting into trouble but always making everyone laugh. He had been jealous of David’s ease and his popularity. He had never reached out.

The phone rang, shattering the silence. He let it go to voicemail. He just didn't want to talk to anyone. He really didn't.