Gemotions

He hadn't slept well. The letter, found tucked inside an old book, had taken root in his mind. His grandfather, someone he'd always seen as the picture of contentment, had grappled with unspoken disappointments. He felt a deep discomfort.

He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture he often made when he was trying to process complicated thoughts. He needed to be alone. He pulled on a jacket and stepped out, the cool morning air offering a slight reprieve.

The words continued to echo in his mind, making his walk a journey through confusion. He felt a heavy feeling, an imbalance in his center.