Gemotions

The discovery of the letter felt like a physical blow to Amelia. The elegant script, so familiar, so unlike the hurried scrawl of her current life, belonged to her younger self. It was a letter to her best friend, detailing the end of a relationship, a relationship she felt had ended too early.

She reread the passages, each phrase a fresh wound. The letter dripped with accusation, with the burning conviction that she’d been wronged. It was a raw, unfiltered expression of hurt and disappointment. The words bit at her, a reminder of a period she’d spent trying to forget. Her jaw clenched.

She’d never mailed it. She'd chosen silence instead. Looking at the letter now, she couldn’t help but think it would have been a better outcome to send the letter.