Gemotions

The coffee went cold in her mug as Sarah stared at the familiar script. It was a letter to her sister, unmailed, tucked away in a shoebox under her bed. The room felt stifling, the air thick with unspoken things. She had hoped to find a sense of comfort, but each line brought a wave of something akin to nausea.

She read her words and felt the ache in her jaw. The letter spoke of dreams deferred, of a life that hadn’t gone as planned. The vibrant energy she once possessed now seemed a distant memory. She pushed the letter aside, the crumpled paper a reflection of her own internal state.