Gemotions

The last item on the list made Eleanor's breath catch in her throat. "Dance under the stars." Her aunt. A slow burn rose through her, a warmth spreading from her core. She'd always known her aunt as vibrant, full of life, but this felt different, more intimate, a secret whispered from the grave.

She felt a rush of emotion, a desire she couldn't interpret. The silence of the room amplified the beating of her heart. She felt a growing need, something she couldn't name.

She imagined her aunt, twirling beneath a canopy of stars, her laughter echoing in the night. The image lingered; it was as if she could feel the same sensations, like goosebumps erupting across her skin.