Gemotions

The day dragged, a monotonous symphony of sighs and suppressed yawns. Fiona shuffled through the house, her energy depleted. Even the vibrant colors of the living room seemed dull. She felt a profound sense of… emptiness.

She found Michael's list hidden in a box of old photographs. *Build a treehouse. Learn to play the guitar. Sail across the ocean. Open a restaurant.*

A lump formed in her throat. He'd never told her about any of these aspirations. She had no idea. A hollow sensation echoed within her, like a cavern in her chest.