Gemotions

The crisp, folded letter crinkled in her hand. It was a complaint to her landlord, written when she was just starting out, filled with scathing critiques of her cramped apartment. Amelia’s jaw clenched. The memory of her past self's complaints, a blend of anger and insecurity, was hard to stomach.

She felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. The words, so harshly critical, seemed to echo in the quiet room. She’d been so worried, so stressed, so… small. The sharp tone of her younger self now felt like a punch to the gut.

She paced the room, unable to sit still. She considered burning it, tearing it, anything to make it disappear. But the words, she knew, would linger in her memory. She was irrevocably connected to this letter.