Gemotions

He’d almost missed it. Buried amongst the bills and junk mail, the thin envelope seemed almost insignificant. But the handwriting, so familiar from her youth, sent a jolt of electricity through Anya. It was from the woman who’d stolen her fiancé years ago. Now, an apology. A genuine, heartfelt apology.

She couldn't stay still. She paced her apartment, her thoughts racing. She had so many thoughts she wanted to express. She immediately started composing a message to her best friend, who understood everything. Anya felt compelled to fix up her apartment, and began painting the living room, a task that required much energy. It was a new beginning.