Gemotions

She ran a hand through her hair, a surge of energy coursing through her. The draft letter, discovered tucked away in a forgotten drawer, was a masterpiece. It was her uncle's, a renowned artist. The letter contained the words of a man who was ready to quit, right after his first major gallery showing.

Her breath hitched slightly. Her uncle, the celebrated artist, had always seemed so effortlessly brilliant. The letter revealed the insecurities, the self-doubt, the struggles she’d always suspected were there, hidden beneath the surface.

She reread the closing paragraph, a smile playing on her lips. The world suddenly felt brighter, more interesting. She felt more connected to his art, more connected to him. It was as if she knew his secrets and was in on a joke, all at the same time.