Gemotions

The excavation site was a mess. Emily cursed under her breath, wiping sweat from her brow. She’d spent weeks working on this archaeological dig, only to unearth… her. A time capsule. A monument to her own stupidity.

She flipped through the pages of a notebook, her jaw tight. Snippets of poetry, doodles, and a list of ambitions that made her feel… ashamed. The person who wrote this wasn't her. It was a stranger.

She shoved the notebook away, breathing hard. She wanted to erase it, to pretend it had never happened. The sun beat down, turning the air thick and heavy. She picked up a small, smooth stone, rolling it between her fingers. She tossed it away.