Gemotions

The letter lay on the table, a testament to her past. It was addressed to her best friend, Emily. A blush crept across Maya’s face. She didn’t know she had ever felt this raw.

The words, etched in her youthful handwriting, chronicled a betrayal, a whispered secret that cut deep. The letter described the feeling of being replaced, of not being considered. Her hands trembled slightly as she read, the past rushing back in a tidal wave.

She threw the letter down, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She paced the room, a caged animal. She picked up a vase, the smooth glass cool against her heated skin, and put it back down, unable to find comfort.