Gemotions

The list was tucked inside a well-worn copy of “Pride and Prejudice,” her favorite book. He found it while searching for a pen. He was supposed to be doing the dishes, but the paper held him captive. Each entry seemed to mock him. “Learn to speak Italian fluently.” “Volunteer at a wildlife sanctuary.” “Climb a mountain.” *Her?*

My mouth went dry, my lips pressing together in a thin, tight line. I felt rooted to the spot, unable to move, unable to breathe properly. The room swam slightly. I clutched the book tighter, the familiar weight of it offering no solace. The details swam before my eyes, the words blurring into insignificance.