Gemotions

The wrong file. That's what the receptionist had said. A mix-up. But as she read through the other woman's health history, she felt a shift within her, a strange pull. She realized she’d been carrying a hidden longing within her, one she had consciously tried to suppress.

This other patient, it turned out, shared her childhood dream of becoming a writer. A phantom ache settled in her chest. She vividly recalled the thrill of penning her first stories, the scent of fresh paper and ink.

She felt as if she was watching a movie of a different version of herself. A sudden, intense yearning filled her, and the words, which were once her greatest love, now felt distant, almost unreal. The scent of her favorite pen seemed to linger in the air.