Gemotions

She found the tattered notebook tucked under the mattress, a place they’d always shared. "Ride a hot air balloon." She’d mentioned it once, years ago, her eyes sparkling. He'd laughed, said she was too practical for such things. Now, he felt a weight pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. The apartment felt too big, too empty. He traced a finger over the words, "Write a novel." He’d always pushed her to focus on "practical" things, stifling her creative spirit. A bitter taste filled his mouth.