Gemotions

The crumpled napkin was tucked inside his jacket pocket. Liam pulled it out, his fingers fumbling. "Bucket List: Mark." He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead. *Build a treehouse.* Liam, who usually needed help opening the jar of pickles.

He felt a tightness in his chest. *See a Broadway show.* Liam, who handled the household chores. His breath hitched in his throat. He had always been the one making sure things ran smoothly.

He sat down heavily on the couch. *Learn to paint.* He felt the floor seemed to wobble beneath him. He felt a profound sense of… something, something he couldn't name. He folded the napkin carefully, placing it on the table. He felt a shiver, a chilling premonition.