Gemotions

The world felt gray, even with the sunshine streaming in through the window. It felt as if a vast emptiness had grown inside me, a silent hunger. I just sat at the table, my fingers tracing patterns on the surface.

I found Ethan's list on his nightstand, tucked under his pillow. *Learn to play the cello. Hike the Pacific Crest Trail. Write a book of poetry. Fall in love.*

The last item hit like a physical blow. The world blurred around me. His dreams, so large, so vibrant… and the fact that he hadn't shared them, or perhaps didn't share them *with me.* A deep, aching weariness settled over me.