Gemotions

The letter was penned in a script that she knew well. Her father. To her. Unsent. He had wanted to explain. To apologize. Now it was just a piece of paper, and she was left with a strange sense of displacement.

She walked out into the garden. The sunlight felt oppressive. The scent of the roses was cloying. She felt like she was trapped in a glass bubble, unable to breathe.

She sat on the bench, her hands twisting in her lap. She felt a profound sense of loss, a weight settling deep within her.