Gemotions

It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was shining, and the birds were singing. But the letter, clutched tightly in Chloe’s hand, ruined everything. It was from Mark, her first love, the man who had ghosted her without a word. Years. Years of unanswered questions.

She retreated to the farthest corner of her garden, away from the prying eyes of her neighbors. She sat on the grass, the letter trembling in her grasp. The words seemed to jump off the page, each one a fresh insult.

She buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking, a silent scream building in her chest. She couldn't understand why, after all this time. Why now?