Gemotions

The bus rattled and swayed, a familiar motion that usually soothed him. Today, it only amplified his agitation. Each bump, each abrupt stop, jolted through him, sending a fresh wave of unease. He gripped the worn handle, knuckles white. The letter, clutched in his pocket, felt like a burning coal. He imagined the words, the familiar sting of the past, threatening to erupt and consume him. The journey seemed endless, each passing mile stretching the already taut threads of his composure.