Gemotions

The old journal lay open on the worn wooden table. Maya had found it while cleaning out her grandmother's attic. She recognized her own handwriting from her teenage years. A letter, unsent, to her best friend. The pages were filled with angst and insecurity.

She ran a finger down the page, reliving the petty dramas, the heartbreaks, the self-doubt. The raw emotion of the words made her flinch. A wave of heat spread over her body. She closed the journal and leaned back, the image of those years swirling in her head.

A bitter taste filled her mouth. She wanted to erase those memories. She wanted to be someone else.