Gemotions

The silence in the apartment pressed in on Leo. He sat on the edge of the bed, the list clutched in his sweaty palm. He'd found it tucked inside a box of old photographs. A list of things Eleanor wanted to do. Things he'd never known about. He felt a deep, chilling unease.

“See a Broadway show.” “Learn to dance.” “Live somewhere warm.” The words blurred slightly before his eyes. The final entry, written in bold, stark letters, hit him like a physical blow: "Find a life that feels authentic." Leo felt a sudden, crushing weight settle in his stomach. He wasn’t sure how to feel.