Gemotions

The flashlight beam cut through the darkness, illuminating a dusty trunk. He'd been putting off this task for weeks. He felt exposed, alone in the quiet. He felt the weight of the house's history pressing down on him.

He lifted the heavy lid. Inside, he found a collection of old letters, tied with faded ribbon. He began to read. Tales of heartbreak, joy, and the passage of time.

He felt an unfamiliar sting behind his eyes. He sat down heavily on a nearby crate, the letters clutched in his trembling hands. The attic felt too small.