Gemotions

The embossed card lay on the kitchen counter, catching the afternoon sunlight. Eleanor picked it up, her fingers tracing the elegant script of her name. A shiver ran down her spine, not from cold, but from something akin to… recollection. She hadn’t thought about her high school days in years. Everything felt so far away now.

A small smile tugged at her lips as she remembered the late-night study sessions at the library with Sarah and Michael. Their laughter echoed in her mind, a comforting whisper from the past. She sighed, her gaze drifting towards the window, where the leaves of the old oak tree rustled in the breeze, just as they had back then.

Her hand drifted over her chest, feeling a slight tightness. Should she go? A sudden longing filled her. Maybe seeing everyone again wouldn't be so bad. Maybe it would be… good.