Gemotions

Her hands trembled as she unfolded the letter. The paper crinkled, a sound that echoed the emptiness inside her. It was from her friend, written years ago, expressing her happiness in a burgeoning career as a painter. The words leaped off the page, filled with a vibrant energy that was missing from her own life.

She had chosen security, a steady paycheck, a comfortable existence. Her friend had chosen passion, risk, art. Her breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes, the image of her friend’s studio flashing behind her eyelids. She felt a raw ache deep within her, a sensation that she could not fully comprehend.