Gemotions

The letter, penned in a delicate hand, felt brittle, like the relationship it attempted to mend. Five years. Five years since the argument, the silence, the ultimate severing of the connection. Now, the words of the apology. They lacked sincerity, only attempting to smooth over the rough edges.

She sat at the kitchen table, the letter spread out before her. She didn't feel forgiveness, not even a glimmer of it. She felt a cold, hard satisfaction. A sense of justice, served, even if it took years. She had spent a lot of time plotting the perfect moment.

She reached for her phone. It was time to execute the plan. She had waited for this moment too long.