#WritcoStoryPrompt8
The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Her tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was time to start afresh.

As she watched the flames dance as the picture lit up she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. She had held on to those lasting memories for nearly 25 years!

All the misguided guilt she carried with her. It's like the flames just magically released all the repressed guilt she felt as she watched the picture burn.

No more guilt. No more animosity. No more strings from the past holding her back. While it burned away she realized...she was finally free.

Free to relax. Free to just breathe normally. Free of anxiety and pain. She was free to live HER life again.

All those years wasted on misguided "truths". The secrets she was made to carry so no one else got hurt.

Why did she have to carry all the burdens herself for so long? What was really holding her back all this time?

Was it really just that old tethered photo? Or was it something much...