Gemotions

He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he hadn't realized he'd inherited. The list sat open on the kitchen table, her father’s neat handwriting a painful reminder of his absence. "See the Northern Lights." Item number seven. Liam pictured the vibrant aurora, a swirling kaleidoscope of colors. He felt a potent pull, a desperate yearning to chase that beauty, to stand under those celestial curtains. He found himself researching flights, checking hotel prices, his fingers flying across the keyboard. This trip, this thing on the list, felt… vital.