Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Maya sat at the kitchen table, the morning sun streaming through the window. A sense of tranquility permeated the space. She picked up the newspaper, the pages soft beneath her fingertips. On the table, she noticed a small spiral-bound notebook. It was Liam’s. He was normally very precise with his things, so it seemed out of place.

She opened the notebook and began to read, her eyes moving across the neat handwriting. "Run a marathon." "Learn to cook Italian food." "Write a song." A gentle smile touched her lips.

She set down the notebook, the sunlight warm on her skin. She took a sip of her coffee, the familiar taste filling her with comfort.