Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows of the coffee shop, a frantic rhythm that usually grated on Amelia’s nerves. Today, it was just… there. She sipped her lukewarm coffee, the taste barely registering. The envelope, addressed in a familiar, yet strangely distant, handwriting, lay on the table before her.

Inside, a letter. A heartfelt admission of fault. Years of silence finally broken. It concerned a long-forgotten argument, a broken friendship, a wound that had seemed to fester for years. Amelia read the words, the phrases. She felt nothing. It was like watching a play.

She stirred her coffee with a spoon, the clinking sound a gentle counterpoint to the rain. The world outside the window was gray and blurred. She should probably go home. The thought drifted through her mind and then passed.