Gemotions

The discovery struck Arthur with the force of a physical blow. He stared at the handwritten list, his breath catching in his throat. *Take a cooking class*. The irony was brutal. He was the one who loved to cook!

He dropped the list onto the floor, the sound a dull thud. *Write a book about their life together*. He felt a chill creep up his spine. His vision blurred. The furniture seemed to shift and change.

He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the strands. He needed to be alone, to understand this sudden, overwhelming sense of… what was it?