Gemotions

The setting sun cast long shadows across the empty beach, mirroring the emptiness within Olivia. She was visiting her childhood home, now sold to strangers. She had found a letter she wrote as a teenager to her grandmother, long gone.

The handwriting, a childish scrawl, was instantly recognizable. The letter was full of youthful angst, of complaints about her parents, of a deep longing to be understood. It was a plea for solace, for acceptance, for love.

Olivia sat on the sand, the letter clutched in her hand, the words a painful reminder of her own immaturity, of the people she’d hurt. The ocean roared, indifferent to her feelings. The air was cold, but she felt as if she was burning up.