Gemotions

The handwriting, a familiar scrawl, sent a shiver down her spine. The letter, written to her best friend, detailed a teenage crush. The friend, Sarah, had stolen her boyfriend years ago. Now, the words felt like a cruel joke, a reminder of the innocence that had been shattered. The paper felt like a viper in her hands.

She considered several options: send the letter to Sarah's husband, reveal its contents at a party. But she settled on something else. She went to the park where they had all spent their youth, and scattered the ashes over the pond. A tiny act of liberation, a small act of power.