Gemotions

She found herself gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles were white. The noise of the city, the relentless flow of people, all added to the pressure she felt. She needed to escape, even if it was just for a few moments. She pulled into a used bookstore, seeking a moment's reprieve.

She picked up a worn copy of a poetry anthology. As she turned the pages, a delicate note, folded with precision, slipped out. She picked it up, her breath catching in her throat.

The letter, filled with romantic declarations, and desperate pleas, reminded her that life wasn't all responsibilities. She began to read.