Gemotions

The ferry sliced through the water, leaving a shimmering wake. Sarah leaned against the railing, the wind whipping through her hair. The endless expanse of the sea brought a quiet to her thoughts. In a worn suitcase, she unearthed a handwritten letter, its pages brittle with age. It was addressed to a childhood friend, a confession of insecurities and hidden dreams.

She remembered the fierce intensity of her younger self. She'd been so sure of everything, even when she wasn't.

She watched the seagulls soar overhead, their cries swallowed by the wind. She felt… at ease. The letter, a time capsule of forgotten emotions, was a treasure.

She closed her eyes, letting the salt air fill her lungs.