Gemotions

It lay hidden beneath the floorboards of the dilapidated cabin. Amelia, usually fearless, hesitated before lifting the lid. The wooden box was old, the wood warped with age. She felt an unnerving sense of familiarity, despite the absence of any conscious memory.

Inside, a collection of old photographs and a journal. Each entry brought a new sting. She was confronted with the record of a friendship destroyed. Words meant to cause pain. Words she wrote. The air in the cabin seemed to thin.