Gemotions

A bead of sweat trickled down David's temple. He found the letter while sorting through a box of old photographs, a task he'd been putting off for months. The name on the envelope belonged to a man he hadn’t thought about in years, a rival from his college days. His heart hammered in his chest as he tore it open. The words themselves seemed innocuous, a simple expression of regret, but the implication was heavy. He scanned the cramped office, feeling a sudden need for more air. His gaze flitted from the window to the door, as if expecting someone. He ran a hand through his hair, his fingers tangling. The quiet of the office seemed to amplify the rush of blood in his ears.