Gemotions

He stumbled upon it while tidying up the attic, a forgotten space filled with old photo albums and dusty boxes. The list, penned by Liam, was a long, winding road map of life, and included the item "Buy a vintage motorcycle and ride cross-country, alone." Mark felt a coldness wash over him.

He pictured Liam, astride a roaring machine, wind whipping through his hair, free. He imagined himself, sitting at his desk, working on spreadsheets.

He went downstairs, a weight pressing on his chest. The silence of the house was oppressive, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator.