Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt stale, the silence oppressive. Outside, the rain was relentless. She sat at the kitchen table, listless, staring at the bucket list she'd found. It was his. The words felt like a slap in the face.

*See the Great Barrier Reef.* *Write a song.* *Learn to cook French cuisine.* She remembered the way he used to speak of these things, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. Now, that spark was gone.

She felt a crushing sense of responsibility. Had she failed him? Failed them both? She recalled his withdrawal, his increasing quiet. The list was a stark illustration of the life he still desired.