Gemotions

The attic was a tomb of forgotten memories. Eleanor, while clearing out her late husband’s belongings, stumbled across a letter. It was written to her, penned decades ago, when they were first falling in love. She'd never seen it before.

Her breath caught in her throat as she read the familiar handwriting. “Every moment with you is a gift." A single tear traced a path down her cheek, leaving a glistening streak.

The grief, though softened by time, still clawed at her. The ache in her chest was like a persistent throb. The world seemed to blur.