Gemotions

The flickering candlelight cast elongated shadows across the room as Leo reread the list. Found under the mattress, it was a roadmap of sorts. A testament to a life she'd imagined, a life he wasn't a part of. *Visit the Taj Mahal.* *Learn to ballroom dance.* *Fall in love again.* He swallowed hard. The thought of losing her made him feel physically ill. He felt a need to fix it, to prevent her from following that list. He would make her see that they were still happy. He rushed out to buy her flowers, an extravagant bouquet that felt insufficient.