Gemotions

The attic felt suffocating, filled with the dust of generations. Eleanor felt a heavy weight pressing on her shoulders. She wanted to yell and couldn't.

She had been tasked with sorting through her grandmother's belongings. She discovered a series of letters and sketches, revealing a hidden talent and unrequited love. The woman she knew, a practical and pragmatic woman, was revealed to be a passionate and artistic soul whose dreams were stifled by circumstance.

Eleanor sank to the floor, the letters scattered around her. The familiar room seemed to tilt, the world around her losing its familiar edges. The comfortable story she was told seemed to have vanished. She felt stranded.