Gemotions

The attic felt cold and unwelcoming, a stark contrast to the summer heat outside. He had been pretending, he knew it. The house, his new life, it was all a fragile facade.

He found a dusty old record player. He switched it on, and a crackled melody filled the air. It was a song he recognized, a song he'd loved in his youth.

The music brought back a flood of memories, of a simpler time, of a life he’d thought he wanted to leave behind. He found himself feeling a strange sense of longing for a past he could not regain. He sat down on the floor, and allowed the music to wash over him.