Gemotions

A faded photograph, a crumpled letter. Sarah found them in a box tucked away in the attic. The letter was from *him*. She ran her fingers over the faded ink, the familiar handwriting. She sank to the dusty floor, the scent of forgotten things filling her lungs.

She was surrounded by boxes of the past, but it felt as if the present had ceased to exist. Her gaze was fixed on the words, each one a sharp jab to her soul. She felt a peculiar numbness spread through her limbs. She remained there, silent, lost in a world she thought she had left behind.