Gemotions

The contents of the time capsule spilled out onto the worn wooden table. A faded photograph, a pressed wildflower, a small, tarnished locket. Sarah stared at them, a knot tightening in her chest.

She must have been so young, so foolish. How could she have thought it would be so easy? She had destroyed it all. And now, she felt… empty. The loss was a constant ache.

She pushed the items away, the movement abrupt. The house felt too big, the silence too loud. She felt the heavy weight of the past.