Gemotions

The letter lay in her hands, its edges worn and softened with age. It was addressed to a former colleague, someone she had once considered a friend. Her face grew cold as she started reading.

The letter, penned in her early career days, described the feeling of betrayal, of being backstabbed. The words were laced with bitterness. She remembered the pain, the feeling of being used and discarded. A tremor ran through her body.

She slowly tore the letter into tiny pieces, the sound a delicate counterpoint to the storm raging inside. She scattered the shreds across the table, watching the fragments of her past drift away. The emptiness in her heart was a vast, unforgiving void.