Gemotions

The peeling wallpaper of the spare room seemed to breathe, the floral pattern becoming a dizzying blur. Clara, knees drawn to her chest on the dusty floorboards, stared at the letter. It was written to her sister, whom she hadn't spoken to in nearly a decade.

She had been clearing out a cupboard when she'd found it tucked away, a forgotten testament to a past she'd tried to erase. The words were a sharp sting, each sentence a reminder of the fight that had torn them apart. She gripped the paper, her nails digging into her palms.

The silence of the house pressed in on her, broken only by the frantic beat of her own heart. She felt like she was trapped in a box. She wasn't sure if she could bear the weight of those memories.