Gemotions

The scent of lavender, once comforting, now felt cloying as she pulled the letter from a drawer. It had been written to her best friend, the friend who had, years ago, betrayed her trust. The words were cutting, filled with recriminations about a shared secret, a trust broken.

She’d hidden it away, thinking she’d moved on. But the paper, the mere sight of her own handwriting, triggered a furious, internal storm. She paced the room, each step a frustrated stomp.

The letter was a reminder of what she had lost: innocence, trust, and a piece of her own heart. She felt a burning need to right the past, to inflict the same pain she had endured. She decided she'd have a very long bath, and then make a phone call.