Gemotions

The abandoned playground, overgrown with weeds, was where Sarah sought refuge. The swing set creaked in the wind, a mournful song that resonated with her. She found it while kicking at the dirt, a metal box, almost swallowed by the earth. Inside, a collection of crayon drawings, a dried-up lipstick, and a handwritten list of goals. "Be brave," it read. She closed the box and sat on the swing, the wind whipping her hair across her face, feeling the familiar sting behind her eyes.