Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows of the cottage, mirroring the storm raging inside Amelia. Years had passed since she and her sister had spoken, a rift caused by a stupid argument. Now, an apology had arrived, its ink smudged by the damp air.

She reread the apology multiple times, the words a stark contrast to the cozy surroundings. She kept starting at the letter, trying to decipher a meaning that was not there. The silence of the cottage seemed to amplify the internal chaos. She felt the urge to pace and the wood floor creaked under her weight.

She walked out the front door and stared out at the dark sky. The storm mirrored her own turmoil. She had to decide what to do with the past.