Gemotions

The old house was quiet, the silence punctuated only by the rhythmic creaks of the floorboards. She knelt amidst a pile of old books and photo albums, searching for a family heirloom. Instead, she found a letter. It was addressed to her grandmother, a woman she had never truly understood. It was a letter expressing love and admiration for her. A letter she'd meant to send, but never had.

Her throat tightened. Each word was a poignant reminder of missed moments and unspoken feelings. She felt an overwhelming sense of incompleteness. The weight of time, and regret, settled heavily upon her shoulders. She ran a hand over the words. They offered neither comfort nor closure.