Gemotions

He stared at the blank screen, the cursor blinking accusingly. The deadline loomed, a monstrous shadow in the corner of his mind. He rubbed his temples, a dull ache throbbing behind his eyes. He hadn't slept properly in weeks. The doorbell chimed, a cheerful sound that felt jarring in the oppressive silence of his apartment. A delivery. He dragged himself to the door, a heavy sense of dread pulling at his shoulders. A small package, no return address. Inside, a single, folded piece of paper. His name. His breath hitched as he recognized the handwriting, a ghost from his past. He felt his face heat up, a flush of anger and something else, something softer, threatening to spill over.