Gemotions

He had been tidying up the spare bedroom, a room that had always been a repository of their shared past. Then, he had found it. The small, spiral-bound notebook tucked away in a dusty drawer. He picked it up. Inside it was a list in her familiar handwriting.

"Learn to surf." "Travel the Silk Road." "Learn to speak Mandarin." He paused, his gaze drifting over the words. These weren't the things she ever spoke about. She seemed content with their life, their quiet routine. Now, this. He felt a pressure in his chest, a sensation of being off-balance. He continued reading, a growing sense of detachment washing over him.