Gemotions

The bustling cafe felt distant as she sat at a small table, nursing a lukewarm coffee. The letter, penned in elegant cursive, rested before her. It had been meant for her college professor, the one who had seen potential in her, the one she had let down.

She'd stumbled, she’d faltered, and ultimately, she'd failed to meet his expectations. The letter, full of apologies and explanations, had never found its way to him. She felt the old sting of disappointment.

She watched the people bustling around her, a constant stream of faces. Time, she realized, moved on, no matter what.