Gemotions

The sunlight was too bright, the sky too blue. Amelia felt a cold, hard knot in her chest as she brushed the dirt from the time capsule. She didn't remember doing this. She'd been a fool then, full of… what? She didn’t want to remember. The metal felt cold and heavy in her hands, a burden she didn't ask for.

She forced herself to open it. A mix tape, a friendship bracelet, a tiny, tarnished silver locket. She flung the items one by one across her garage. The mix tape shattered on impact. The bracelet snapped. She stared at the locket, then crushed it under her heel, grinding it into the concrete floor. She turned away from the mess, a bitter taste coating her tongue.