Gemotions

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, illuminating dust particles dancing in the air. Maya held the letter like a precious relic. It was a missive she had written to her sister, never intended to be delivered. The words, filled with raw emotion and youthful angst, were both familiar and alien.

She ran her finger over the looping handwriting. A dizzying wave washed over her. She knew the anger and resentment, the ache of insecurity. It was all there on the page.

Her breath caught in her throat. She understood the depth of the emotions she had felt back then, the frustration and fear. The air shimmered, thick with memory. A single tear traced a path down her cheek, leaving a clean track in the dust.