Gemotions

He read the list aloud, the words sounding foreign and strange in his own voice. "Fly a plane." "Write a children's book." "Love unconditionally." The last one, a plea from beyond the grave, resonated with a chilling intensity. He pressed his palms against his eyes, as though trying to physically block out the encroaching darkness. A coldness spread through him, a physical manifestation of his inner turmoil. He felt a sudden, urgent need to flee, to escape the suffocating weight of the unfulfilled dreams. He rose suddenly, and began to pace.