Gemotions

Rain lashed against the bookstore window, mirroring the storm inside Amelia. She clutched the worn copy of "Wuthering Heights" tighter, the cheap paper cold against her skin. A week. A week since she’d snapped at her mother, words like knives. Now, the echoing silence in her mother's empty apartment felt heavier than any rain.

She'd picked up the book at a whim, drawn to the cover's faded blue. Now, the weight of a forgotten life pressed on her. Inside, nestled between pages, a brittle letter. A woman's delicate script, spilling secrets of unrequited love. Amelia traced the faded ink, each word a ghost of emotion. A hollow ache bloomed in her chest.