Gemotions

He unfolded the letter, its weight strangely comforting in his hands. The words were simple, straightforward, yet they held a profound power. Charles’s face softened, the lines of worry around his eyes easing. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window of the church, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

He looked at the empty pews, at the altar, remembering their promise, their friendship. His fingers trembled as he picked up a pen and began to write. He wrote to her, the words flowing easily. He looked forward to seeing her, and to making amends.

He felt a deep sense of peace, a quiet joy that filled his soul, as he sealed the envelope. He would see her at the next service.