Gemotions

The card was a bright splash of pink and yellow, a stark contrast to the dreary weather. She traced the generic message with her fingertip, her lower lip trembling slightly. She wanted to scream.

She clutched the card to her chest, her knuckles turning white. The words, so clearly meant for someone else, felt like a deliberate act. Her eyes welled up with tears that refused to fall.

She sank into the nearest chair, staring out the window at the rain. The rhythmic drumming on the glass seemed to amplify the ache inside her.