Gemotions

“I feel suffocated,” she muttered to herself, the words barely audible. The apartment, once a haven, now felt like a gilded cage. Olivia felt a deep unease. Her wife, Rachel, was on a business trip, and the space they shared felt eerily quiet. A sense of… being unmoored washed over her. She knew she had to do something.

She found the list in the back of a cookbook, its pages dog-eared and stained. Rachel’s neat, precise script detailed dreams Olivia had no idea she held. “Go skydiving.” “Open a bakery.” Reading through it, Olivia felt a peculiar sting. She felt a kind of… emptiness.

She slammed the cookbook shut, the sudden noise startling her. Then, she was up, pacing, her energy heightened. Grabbing her phone, she started scrolling.