Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt stale, thick with unspoken tensions. Eleanor sat on the edge of the bed, a knot twisting in her stomach. Her partner, Michael, was at his brother's. Eleanor was left alone to wander the empty rooms. The quiet was a burden. The day had been like that too. Heavy, hard to hold. She needed to do something drastic.

She found it, tucked inside a picture frame – a list, written in Michael’s familiar hand. "Climb a mountain." "Write a book." Eleanor’s breath hitched. She felt a weird kind of… longing. She had always thought she knew him. This felt like a betrayal of sorts.

She grabbed her keys and headed for the door, walking out into the sun. She started walking fast, and didn't stop. She didn't know where she was going, but she had to *go*.