Gemotions

The doctor's words echoed in Maya's ears: "Rest. You need to rest." She knew he was right. Everything felt heavy, as if she were carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. Her movements were slow, deliberate. Picking up the mail, she knew what she'd find, bills and advertisements. But today, there was something else. A letter, tucked amongst the junk, the handwriting immediately recognizable. From her childhood friend, Sarah. The words jumped out at her, a stark reminder of the youthful mistake that had divided them and broken their friendship. She let the paper fall, her body felt depleted.