Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, usually a comfort, now felt like pure ambrosia. The morning felt perfect, the air crisp and clear. Ms. Jones practically skipped along the hallway towards her classroom.

Sitting on her desk was a small, unassuming package, a stark contrast to the feelings coursing through her. It was from Olivia, one of her toughest cases and she had always struggled. The box held a delicate glass sculpture of a phoenix rising from the ashes. A note read, "You taught me to never give up."

Tears pricked at her eyes, tears of contentment.