Gemotions

Eliza clutched the letter to her chest, the paper crinkling under her grip. Her breath hitched, a small, involuntary gasp. It had been twenty years. Twenty years of hurt, of silent resentment. Now, this… this was almost unbelievable. It was, in a word, liberating.

She spun on her heels, a giddy giggle bubbling up from deep within. The world seemed brighter, the air more fragrant. She needed to *move*, needed to release this torrent of feeling. She dashed outside, the late afternoon sun warm on her face, and began to leap and skip through the garden.

The flowers, she noticed, seemed to bloom with more vibrant colours. She twirled like a child, her skirt billowing around her, feeling utterly free. She stopped, gasping for breath, and looked up at the sky, a wide, impossible smile plastered on her face. This letter… it was a gift.