Gemotions

He unfolded the paper, the stark black and white photo of his high school graduating class staring back at him. He examined the faces, the youthful exuberance a stark contrast to his own more weathered features. A quiet satisfaction resonated within him.

He decided to go for a run, something he hadn't done in weeks. The familiar rhythm of his feet hitting the pavement, the burning in his lungs, cleared his head. He pushed himself harder than usual, a physical expression of an internal… fullness.

That evening, he poured himself a glass of his favorite scotch, the amber liquid glinting in the dim light. He would make it through.