Gemotions

The room was filled with the faint scent of old perfume and decaying paper. Amelia, who prided herself on being independent and self-reliant, began sorting through the boxes. She uncovered a collection of handmade valentines she’d made for various school crushes. A flush crept up her neck.

She felt a wave of nausea sweep over her. This was… humiliating. She felt a deep-seated discomfort, a need to shield herself.

She quickly gathered the cards and shoved them back into the box. She slammed the lid shut with a decisive thud. She needed to be alone. She turned and swiftly left the room.