Gemotions

The scent of lavender wafted from the pages of the journal. Liam sat at the kitchen table, the open notebook bathed in the warm glow of the overhead light. It was Sarah's. She'd left it on the counter, a careless mistake that felt like a gift now. He reread each aspiration, each goal, each longing. A warmth spread through his chest.

“Ride a hot air balloon.” A smile played on his lips. He'd never known that about her. He could picture her, hair flowing in the wind, eyes sparkling with adventure. He recalled their trips together, the mundane days. He wished she was there now.

He felt an unusual urge to bake. He walked to the oven and began to preheat the oven.