Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, dancing on the walls. Emily sat at the table, a half-finished cup of tea in front of her. The events of the day, a parade of deadlines and disagreements, had left her depleted. She leaned her head on her hand, a sigh escaping her lips.

A small, elegantly folded piece of paper lay on the table. It was a letter, bearing her childhood friend's handwriting. Her friend, who had blamed her for something, had hurt her. The words felt like a blow. A wave of exhaustion threatened to engulf her. She blinked, the room starting to spin. She struggled to focus on the words, each line a heavy weight on her soul.