Gemotions

He stared at the page, the ink blurred by his own tears. "Build a treehouse." "Learn to play the guitar." The list seemed to taunt him, a reminder of all the things they would never do. He crumpled the paper, the sound echoing in the empty apartment.

He walked to the window, watching the rain streak down the glass. The city lights blurred into a hazy glow. The world felt muted, lacking vibrancy. The apartment felt too big, too empty.

He thought of the future they'd planned, the future he'd imagined. He felt like a ship without a rudder, lost at sea. The despair, he realized, was a cold, hard thing, that wouldn't leave his side.