Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt stale, just like the stale truth the list held. *Learn to play the piano.* *Visit the Grand Canyon.* *Find true happiness.* The list felt like a deliberate slight. Her father, a man of routine and predictable moods, wanting all these things?

He slammed the list onto the table, the sound echoing in the empty apartment. He wanted to shatter something, to destroy this charade of a list.

He paced the room, his fists clenched at his sides. The grief was a black hole, and the list only deepened the feeling.