Gemotions

The list was in a small, leather-bound journal. Maria sat on the bed, her fingers tracing the delicate script. It was Daniel's. “Learn to play the guitar.” He, the one who avoided anything artistic.

She felt a sensation like a tightening in her throat. “Write a book.” He, of all people? The man of few words, wanting to write? She felt a sense of awe.

The last item, scrawled in a shaky hand, made her eyes well up: “Find peace.” She had no idea he was wrestling with something of that magnitude. It changed everything.