Gemotions

It was in a small, leather-bound journal, tucked inside his guitar case. "Write a Song." "Learn to Sail." Then, she read "Break a Heart." She felt a stinging sensation behind her eyes. He had written all these things down; he had considered them.

The journal felt like a hot coal in her hands. She quickly placed it back in the case and slammed the lid shut. The strings of the guitar, usually a source of comfort, now seemed like taut, dangerous wires. She fled the room, the image of those words branded in her mind.