Gemotions

He stared at the ceiling of his sparsely furnished apartment, the white paint looking flat and lifeless. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional passing car. Even the scent of the coffee brewing in the kitchen seemed to have lost its charm. He was not enjoying his days. His fingers found their way towards the offending letter, which was propped up on his bedside table.

The apology, written by a man he once idolized, for something that happened when they were just starting out in their careers. It spoke of opportunities lost and trust betrayed. He recalled the dashed dreams, the years spent battling feelings of betrayal. Now, the apology seemed to mock him. A dull ache began to throb behind his eyes.