Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered through the dusty windowpane, illuminating the letter in her hands. She had been rummaging through a forgotten chest in the basement when she found it. It was a letter written to her high school sweetheart, a boy who had since faded into a distant memory.

The words were raw, filled with the boundless energy of youth. She remembered the boy's face, the touch of his hand. A warmth spread through her chest. The air itself seemed to shimmer. She reread the words, savoring each syllable.

A strange, lightheaded feeling washed over her. She could almost feel the flutter of his heartbeat against her own, the electricity of their first kiss. It was like stepping back in time, just for a moment.