Gemotions

Her lips thinned into a tight line as she reread the words. The letter, found tucked inside a childhood diary, was a confession of unrequited love. The awkward phrasing, the adolescent drama, the sheer *embarrassment* of it all! She felt a flush rising up her neck.

She tossed the letter onto the bed, the action creating a small gust of air that stirred the dust motes. She got up and began pacing the room, feeling a restless energy coursing through her.

She snapped her fingers, a sharp, impatient sound. She needed to do something, anything, to distract herself.