Gemotions

The words blurred before Rachel's eyes. “Visit every continent.” “Start a business.” “Write a book.” This was from Ben, her meticulous, routine-driven Ben. She felt a sensation of pressure in her chest, a squeezing that made it difficult to breathe. The list felt like a trap.

She found herself standing in front of the mirror, staring at her own reflection, trying to see something, anything, that might explain this. Had she failed? Was she the reason for this secret desire? She felt a desperate need to tear things apart, to understand this sudden shift in their relationship.

She picked up a vase on the table and spun it around in her hands, her fingers tracing the delicate curves. She slammed it down on the table, the sound echoing through the room.