Gemotions

Rain lashed against the attic window, mirroring the frantic pounding in Eleanor’s chest. Sunlight fractured through the dusty glass, illuminating a forgotten trunk. Inside, nestled beneath yellowed lace, she unearthed a leather-bound book. Her hands trembled as she flipped it open, recognizing her partner, Liam’s, familiar scrawl. A bucket list. Item number three: *See the Northern Lights.* He’d never mentioned it. Eleanor bit her lip, a cold dread washing over her. He had been distant lately, quieter. She felt a need to rectify this, to reclaim their closeness. She needed to feel him again. She would book the trip to Iceland tonight.