Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee did nothing to soothe the sudden cold that gripped her. She'd found the list while organizing her desk. It had been neatly tucked away in the back of a drawer. It contained a list of things he would never actually do, she realised.

“Learn to surf.” “Publish a collection of poems.” He was a creature of habit. The words blurred before her, each entry a painful reminder of unfulfilled potential. She bit down on her lip, a wave of discomfort washing over her. He had kept this to himself.