Gemotions

The old house groaned in the wind. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows around Ethan as he read the list. *Learn to play the piano.* *Plant a rose garden.* *Find peace.* His father's handwriting, usually so neat and precise, was shaky and hurried on the final items. A wave of sorrow washed over him, a deep emotional ache he couldn't quite name. He looked around the house at the portraits and furniture that had been there all his life. He felt as though he was the only inhabitant of a vast landscape.