Gemotions

He paced the length of the living room, the polished floor reflecting his agitated movements. He felt a deep ache in his sternum, a physical manifestation of his internal turmoil. "Visit the pyramids of Giza." He’d promised, but work always came first. The list, now a crumpled mess in his hand, seemed to mock him. He sank onto the sofa, the cushion offering no comfort. Outside, the wind howled, mirroring the storm inside him. He remembered her face, the way her eyes used to light up, and now he felt a sharp stab of something akin to pain.