This is a just short story I wrote because I can't get on the laptop with my story on and I would love to have some feedback from KaW [/color) Relief is a strange emotion. It's when you are relived of sadness, worry or heartache. When something comes along and makes everything alright. Relief washes over you and as it does so you go back to normal: your heart stops thumping like there is no tomorrow; your head stops aching from worry; your hands are no longer trembling. You are free again. Relief always takes over another feeling. Relief is a massive feeling which lasts a tiny amount of time before yet another feeling takes over. When relief takes over from worry you feel like you can do what you wish. When you're little brother goes missing you might sit on your bed with his teddy. You might hold Mr. Teddy up to your face and inhale his familiar sent. You might let a tear run down your cheek as you hear you're parents calling his name from down the street. As you hear the clock strike twelve you might get a feeling that something has happened. You would run down the stairs and there he is: stood on the door step with his bottom lip termbling; he is shivering and soaked to the bone; he is saying your name. You run up and hug him. You hold him tight and a tear freely runs down your cheek, but this time it is a tear of relief. The tear of relief is only that for a second before it becomes a tear of joy. You might smile. Some might say the best feeling in the world is joy, others might say it's love. I say relief is the best feeling in the world because relief is the feeling that makes it all okay.