Gemotions

The list felt hot against her skin. “Go skydiving.” That was Liam, the man who meticulously planned everything, the man who avoided any hint of risk. She ran her fingers down the neat handwriting, each word a betrayal.

Her chest felt tight, constricted. She moved to the window, staring out at the rain-slicked street. The city lights blurred, reflecting her own internal turmoil. She felt a profound sense of isolation, a sudden gap between what she believed and what was real.

She needed a drink. Immediately. And then another, and another, until the edges of the list, and the world around her, softened and blurred.