Gemotions

John's vision swam. He clutched the crumpled list, his knuckles white. "Learn to speak Spanish," "Visit the Taj Mahal," "Go skydiving." It felt like a punch to the gut. Sarah, his Sarah, who meticulously planned every weekend, who hated anything remotely adventurous, had this hidden away? He felt a prickling sensation under his skin.

He sat heavily on the edge of the bed, the list a weight in his hands. He replayed their last conversation, searching for clues, for hints. Nothing. Just the usual banter, the comfortable rhythm of their lives. He felt a sudden, visceral need to move, to do *something*.

He shoved the list into his pocket and headed out the door. The air felt thick, stifling. He walked aimlessly, the city lights blurring into streaks of color. How had he missed this? He knew her favorite tea, the way she liked her coffee. But this… this was a stranger.