Gemotions

The salt spray kissed Amelia’s face as she stood on the pier, the wind whipping through her hair. The rhythmic crash of waves against the pilings was a soundtrack to her thoughts. She’d always loved the ocean, the way it could wash away the worries. She and Sophia had spent countless summers on this coast, dreaming of faraway lands, Sophia always saying she was a travel writer.

Amelia had caught a glimpse of Sophia at the local library, organizing children's storytime. Sophia, her face lit up, eyes bright with excitement, reading aloud.

She remembered the way Sophia used to write in her diary, always filling the pages with a fire for life. Now, that passion was present in everything she did.