Gemotions

The discovery left a metallic taste in his mouth. “Learn to play the guitar.” Rachel, his rock, his constant companion. The list was a stark illustration of the secrets hidden in her. He crumpled the paper, then immediately smoothed it out, as if by doing so, he could erase the words.

He found himself unable to breathe properly, as if a large hand was constricting his chest. He paced the small living room, his mind racing. He had to ask her, face to face. The thought of it made him sweat.

His hands shook as he reached for his phone, the numbers blurring. Then, he stopped. He couldn't. Not yet. He wasn't ready.