Gemotions

The aroma of freshly baked bread filled the kitchen, a stark contrast to the hollowness she felt. She picked up the list from the kitchen table. “Go on a cruise.” "Visit Italy." She remembered him, always planning, always dreaming.

She knew she should tidy the house, but she couldn't bring herself to do anything. She'd discovered the list hidden inside a cookbook. His handwriting, usually neat, was shaky, as if he'd written it in a hurry. She stood, staring into space, unable to move.

Outside, a bird sang. The sound seemed to pierce the stillness, a reminder of the vibrant world she was struggling to rejoin. She felt the tears welling up, threatening to spill over. The simple act of breathing felt monumental.