Gemotions

The crisp white envelope felt strangely heavy in Amelia's hand. Years. It had been years since she'd thought about Mark, about the biting words, the sting of the betrayal. Now, here it was: a neatly typed letter, a stamp bearing the city's emblem. A tiny smile crept onto her face, almost imperceptible.

She walked to the window, the envelope now forgotten, and watched the autumn leaves swirling in the wind. Such a beautiful day, she mused, a perfect day for… something. The sunlight warmed her skin. She ripped open the envelope, the paper making a satisfying tear.

“Well, well,” she murmured, reading the words. Her shoulders relaxed, and a long, slow breath escaped her lips. The air felt lighter, cleaner. She reached for her phone, the familiar weight of it reassuring in her palm. A quick text message to her best friend was the order of the day.