Gemotions

The party had ended hours ago, but David found himself still lingering on the deserted streets, the sounds of celebration a distant echo. The revelry had done nothing to fill the hollow ache he carried within. He spotted the wallet under a discarded newspaper.

He opened it with a mix of curiosity and something akin to dread. So much money. Enough to make a difference. Enough to change things. He could fix the things he'd broken. He could buy back the time. The thought brought no joy, only a deepening sense of despair. His hands began to shake.