Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the fury churning inside Amelia. The letter, thin and unassuming, lay on her kitchen table, a stark contrast to the hurricane of emotions swirling within her. It had been ten years. Ten years since Thomas had walked out, taking with him not just his belongings but a chunk of her heart. Now, a simple “I’m sorry” dared to invade her space. She crumpled it in her fist, then smoothed it out, a tremor running through her. She poured herself a glass of whiskey, and, gripping the glass tightly, she contemplated setting it on fire, but instead, she opened the front door and threw the letter out into the downpour. Let the elements deal with it.