Gemotions

He stared at the screen, the words of the list blurring before his eyes. It was a digital document, recovered from his mother's cloud storage. *“Become a professional musician.”* He felt like he was being strangled. He was supposed to be in control.

His fingers fumbled for the mouse, his hand shaking uncontrollably. *“Travel the world.”* The room started to warp and bend around him. He needed air. He needed to escape. He felt a sudden, desperate urge to delete the file, to erase the evidence.

He slammed the laptop shut, the metallic clang echoing in the silent apartment. *“Write a best-selling novel.”* He felt pinned down, suffocated. He bolted from the room, needing to be anywhere but there.