Gemotions

The invitation landed on Arthur's desk with a soft thud. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands. It felt like a stone, heavy with unspoken things. He didn’t want to go.

He gazed out the window at the bustling city below, a stark contrast to the quiet town he grew up in. Everything felt so far away. So different. His chest felt tight.

He remembered Susan, the girl who had always been a step ahead, always striving. He recalled how he had dismissed her ambitions. She had been so sure of herself. He wished he had been supportive.

He reached for a pen, his hand trembling slightly. He started to write a letter, then stopped. He didn’t know what to say.