Gemotions

"Leave me alone," she spat at the postman, slamming the door. The man was taken aback and stammered a reply, but she ignored him and retreated back inside. The apology letter sat on the doormat. It felt like an unwanted viper in her house.

She stalked through her house, not knowing what to do. Her breathing was ragged, her heart pounding. The words danced on her vision - *I'm sorry*. She didn't want to read them. She felt the old anger rise like bile in her throat.

She collapsed onto the sofa, burying her face in her hands. The room felt small, the walls closing in. She felt trapped. The past would not release her.