Gemotions

The afternoon sun slanted across the dust motes as she read. Sarah stared at the letter. Addressed to her college roommate, a friend she had a bitter falling out with, the words were filled with an earnest desire for a shared future. The tone was filled with kindness, the ink stained with the tears she must have cried when she wrote it. Now, years later, the words felt like a testament to a loss. She thought about the laughter they shared, the dreams they’d discussed. It was a heavy weight, the absence of this person. She clutched the paper, a physical need for connection, for closure, a quiet ache resonating in her core.