Gemotions

The letter, folded and creased from countless readings, lay on the nightstand. For years, she’d kept it close, a constant companion in her solitude. Sarah's reflection stared back at her from the darkened window. She saw an aging woman, her face etched with the lines of regret. The apology brought to the forefront all her defects.

She picked up the letter, the fragile paper a whisper in her fingers. She traced the words, each sentence a reminder of her shortcomings. She was not worthy. She sank onto the bed, the weight of her failures crushing her. The words of forgiveness felt hollow, a mocking chorus, a constant, unbearable reminder of who she was and what she had done.