Gemotions

He re-read the list, each item a stab. *Go on a safari*. He felt a coldness spread through him. He’d spent years trying to get her to commit to a simple weekend getaway.

He crumpled the paper in his fist, the edges digging into his palm. *Learn to play the guitar*. He could almost hear the music, mocking him. He threw the crumpled list across the room, watching it hit the wall and fall to the floor.

He kicked the chair across the room, the wood cracking against the floor. He needed to smash something.