Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windows, a rhythmic counterpoint to the quiet hum of the washing machine. Chloe, nestled in the oversized armchair, felt a sense of utter ease. She found it in the back pocket of his jeans, the list crumpled and stained with something that might have been coffee. She pulled it out.

The list was simple, honest. "Learn to bake sourdough bread." She chuckled, picturing him covered in flour, a grin plastered across his face. “Plant a tree.” She loved his gentle nature, his quiet dedication. She closed her eyes, imagining them years from now, sharing a slice of warm bread beneath the shade of the tree he’d planted.