Gemotions

The used bookstore, a maze of towering shelves and overflowing stacks, had always been her sanctuary. She'd been on the lookout for a vintage copy of "Little Women" for a while. As she flipped the pages, a pressed flower, a forget-me-not, fell out, followed by a note.

The words were carefully penned in an elegant cursive, and addressed to a "Dearest Margaret". It spoke of longing, of a love that was unspoken. A wave of bewilderment washed over her. She felt like she was drowning. She just stood there, completely still, unable to move.