Gemotions

Maya felt a persistent flutter in her chest as she read her aunt's letter. Her aunt was a doctor, and this letter was a draft, never sent. It spoke of a longing for a simpler life, for a different path. Maya re-read the letter, her fingers tracing the paper, her mind racing.

The apartment felt too still, too quiet. The silence was grating, amplifying the internal turmoil. The air felt heavy.

She grabbed her keys and rushed outside. She needed sunlight, noise, movement. She needed to feel the wind against her face. She walked to her car, and started the engine. Without a destination, she drove.