Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows as Amelia sat, curled on the sofa, a warm mug of tea cradled in her hands. The storm outside seemed to mirror the tempest in her heart when she felt the strongest. She often thought about how much she cared for Thomas.

She was helping him organize his desk, a task she usually avoided because of his meticulous habits. She discovered a small, locked box. The key was hidden under a photo of them, on their wedding day. Intrigued, she opened it.

Inside, a bank statement revealed a secret savings account. The amount wasn't the point; it was the act itself. She imagined him, planning, saving, dreaming. Her throat tightened. This was how he showed his dedication to her. A small smile played on her lips.