Gemotions

Rain lashed against the bookstore window, mimicking the dull throb in Amelia's temples. She ran a hand through her tangled hair, already regretting the decision to venture out. A fresh cup of coffee sat untouched on the table, its aroma failing to stir any interest. Browsing the “bargain” section, she picked up a worn copy of *Wuthering Heights*.

The pages felt brittle as she flipped through them, her thumb smudging the ink. A folded piece of yellowed paper fluttered loose. With a sigh, she picked it up, expecting a bookmark. Instead, a handwritten note, penned in elegant cursive, spilled secrets of a lost love. Her eyes traced the words, a faint stirring in her chest against the gloom.