Gemotions

The letter felt cold in her hand. The words, so carefully chosen, rang false. They were a lie, a betrayal, a final insult after all these years. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she felt a burning sensation behind her eyes.

The silence of the house felt deafening, amplified by the ticking clock on the wall. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and started chopping vegetables with unnecessary force, each slice a deliberate act of violence against the innocent produce.

She wanted to make something beautiful, but everything she touched seemed to turn to ash.