Gemotions

The box sat on the kitchen table, casting a long shadow in the late afternoon sun. Maya stared at it, a knot twisting in her stomach. It had appeared while she was sorting through some old boxes, a box she did not recall owning. She slowly lifted the lid. Inside, a collection of letters, tied with a faded ribbon. Letters she had written to herself. She picked one at random, her eyes scanning the familiar handwriting. The words, filled with ambition and excitement, seemed to mock her. She felt a sudden, profound weight pressing down on her shoulders.