Gemotions

The afternoon sun, filtering through the stained-glass windows, painted shifting patterns on the floor. Amelia perched on the window seat of her childhood bedroom, the letter clutched in her hand. It was addressed to her best friend, Sarah, whom she hadn't spoken to in years.

She reread the words, the familiar handwriting a ghost of a shared past. Memories flooded her: laughter, secrets, a bond that had once seemed unbreakable. She remembered the fight, the misunderstandings, the slow, agonizing fade.

She folded the letter, a sharp pang in her stomach. The silence in the room suddenly felt deafening. Picking up her phone, she opened her contacts.