Gemotions

The peeling wallpaper in the spare bedroom seemed to judge her, its faded floral pattern a mocking reminder of brighter days. Sarah rummaged through a box of forgotten keepsakes, her movements slow and listless. A letter, its envelope smudged with dried tears, surfaced. It was a letter to her former lover, a desperate attempt to salvage their crumbling relationship. She’d never mailed it.

Her hands shook as she unfolded the fragile paper. The words, once so full of longing and hope, now felt like a lead weight in her stomach. She felt the sudden urge to clutch at her chest. It was hard to breathe, and the room was shrinking. The letter served as a poignant reminder of her failure, a document of how her heart had been broken and put back together with a faulty glue that didn’t hold.