Gemotions

He stared at the letter, its aged paper a testament to the years that had passed. The words, so carefully chosen, detailed the hurt he'd inflicted. A warmth began to spread through his chest, chasing away the cold ache that had resided there for so long. He rubbed his hands together, the skin dry and rough, a reminder of the countless hours he’d spent working, pushing, striving. Now, he simply stood, feeling a profound sense of… completeness. He closed his eyes, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. He could finally let go.