Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows as she re-read the letter. It was written by her sister, who had become estranged from her a year ago. The letter, written but never sent, outlined all the ways she had let her sister down. The criticisms were sharp, the accusations biting, the grievances long.

She crumpled the letter in her hand, the paper tearing slightly. The sting of her sister’s words felt fresh, even after all this time. The letter revealed a world of hurt. She had always thought she was the one who had been wronged.

She paced the room, her anger building. The unsaid grievances, the unspoken truths, were now laid bare. She wanted to yell and cry. She wanted to scream. She finally threw the letter into the fireplace, and the burning paper echoed the heat of her own fury.