Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia’s chest. She’d found the crumpled piece of paper tucked inside Liam’s worn copy of *Moby Dick*. It was his handwriting, a messy scrawl she knew intimately. The bucket list. A list she never knew existed. One entry, scrawled in faded blue ink, stood out: "See the Northern Lights with Amelia." The ache in her stomach intensified. He hadn't even hinted at it, not once. The silence in the apartment was deafening, the echo of his absence a physical weight.