Gemotions

The antique desk loomed in the study, a silent witness to her disquiet. She stared at the letter, its creamy parchment untouched, its seal unbroken. It had resurfaced during a spring cleaning frenzy, a ghost from her college years. A memory. A secret. The air in the room felt thin, difficult to breathe.

She remembered the moment she wrote it, the raw, unfiltered emotions pouring onto the page. Meant for her best friend, who she'd betrayed. The betrayal had led to a falling out. It never healed. This letter was meant to mend the relationship.

She ran a shaky hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't realized she still used. Her stomach churned. A cold sweat slicked her skin. It was a time capsule of honesty she'd kept locked up. Now, she was suddenly forced to confront the past.