Gemotions

The first thing that happened was that the letter crumpled in her grip. I looked at the handwriting, and it burned a hole in my sight. Years. He thought he could just *apologize* after all this time? I wanted to scream. I wanted to smash everything in sight.

My hands began to shake uncontrollably. I could taste the metallic tang of rage in my mouth. I stood up and paced around the tiny apartment. Each step felt like a deliberate act of defiance. The air inside felt thick, stagnant, suffocating. I needed to escape.

I threw open the door and ran, not knowing where I was going, just needing to be *anywhere* but here. The cool night air offered no relief.