Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the tears that threatened to spill over. Amelia felt the familiar ache in her chest as she closed the book, its cover worn smooth from countless readings. Inside, nestled amongst the poetry, was a small, handwritten note in Korean. *Saranghae, my love.* Her fingers trembled as she read the familiar words, her throat constricting. Daniel had never mentioned learning Korean. He had barely spoken about his hobbies, lately. He had been gone three months.

The kitchen was cold, the scent of the coffee brewing on the burner a hollow comfort. It was the same coffee she always made for him, the first thing in the morning. A wave of nausea rolled through her, followed by a dizzying lightheadedness. She leaned against the counter, suddenly unsure how to even breathe.