Gemotions

The sun, a fiery orb in the afternoon sky, cast long shadows across the dusty room. The letter, discovered tucked inside a tattered book, was a love letter. It was written by her to her husband, before their marriage soured.

She had poured her heart into it, a testament to her devotion, her hopes for the future. Rereading the passionate words brought a hollow ache to her heart. The love she described was a distant memory. The future they had dreamed of had never come to pass.

She closed her eyes, the letter pressed to her chest. She could taste the bitterness of disappointment, the silent weight of what could have been. The silence in the room screamed of unspoken words, of dreams abandoned.