Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, but inside, a cozy warmth radiated from the fireplace. He cradled a steaming mug of tea, the ceramic warm against his palms. The list, carefully typed and laminated, was lying next to him. 'Write a novel.' It was Maya's life ambition.

She was upstairs, tapping away at her laptop. He’d peeked in earlier, and she’d been lost in the words, a small smile playing on her lips. He’d heard her laugh, a genuine, bubbling sound. He closed his eyes, remembering the first time he'd heard her read a passage aloud, her voice trembling with emotion. It was going to be brilliant.