Gemotions

The worn paper felt like a relic. It was a letter from Henry, the man who’d broken her heart a lifetime ago. Amelia traced the faint lines of his handwriting, each curve a memory. Her breath hitched in her chest.

She sat on the edge of her bed, the letter trembling in her hand. She felt a sudden, sharp pang of… something. Her vision blurred slightly. The world seemed to sharpen, to intensify. She reread the words, the careful phrasing, the expression of deep regret.

She stood and walked to the mirror. A ghost of a smile touched her lips. She could feel a flush rising in her cheeks. She was going to see him. She knew it. The very thought made her giddy with a strange form of anticipation.