Gemotions

Maya stood by the window, watching the leaves swirl in the autumn wind. The sky was overcast, mirroring the gloom within. Even the beauty of the season failed to stir any joy. She'd been feeling this way for a while now. She picked up the letter from her side table, the paper thin and almost transparent. She felt no excitement. The name on the envelope was a ghost from her past.

The apology was for a hurtful incident, a youthful misunderstanding. Her past had returned to haunt her. The words were a painful reminder of lost friendships and shattered trust. The air in the room felt heavy, and she found it difficult to breathe. She closed her eyes, the familiar weight settling upon her.