Gemotions

He stared at the letter, feeling a tightness in his chest he couldn't seem to loosen. The handwriting was his own, barely recognizable, a younger version of himself pouring out his anxieties about a new job. He had been on the precipice of a great career change, and the letter was a testament to his uncertainty. He never mailed it.

The city outside the window hummed with life, a stark contrast to the quiet unease that had settled over his senses. He reread the letter, the words echoing in the vast emptiness of the loft apartment. He felt a familiar prickle of irritation.