Gemotions

The train rattled along the tracks, its rhythmic clatter a lullaby. Sarah slumped against the window, her neck aching from the awkward position. The world outside blurred into streaks of green and brown. A heavy sense of weariness had settled over her, making her bones feel like lead. The rocking motion was both comforting and maddening.

A crumpled paper lay on the seat beside her. She picked it up, expecting it to be a discarded newspaper. It was a letter, her name scrawled in an unfamiliar but somewhat familiar handwriting. She recognized the name at the bottom. The name of the woman, who had taken her heart from her. A wave of regret washed over her, and she felt her eyelids grow heavy. She fought to keep her eyes open, wanting to read every word.