Gemotions

The stained, cream-colored paper felt brittle between her fingers. It was from Emily, her childhood rival, the girl who'd stolen her best friend and, in the process, shattered her self-esteem. Now, a confession of insecurity and regret. A lifetime later, the wound was closing.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned back in her chair. The room seemed brighter, the shadows less menacing. She found herself smiling, a genuine, unforced expression. She knew she could put the letter away, safely tucked, and it wouldn't hurt anymore. She felt an overwhelming sense of release, as if a storm had finally passed, leaving behind a tranquil sky.