Gemotions

He found the list crumpled in a pocket of her favorite jacket, the one she wore most often. He unfolded the paper, his fingers unsteady. “Write a book.” “Go scuba diving.” “Learn to play the ukulele.” He thought of her laugh, the way she made coffee every morning, the way they watched movies.

He felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of alienation. He walked over to the window, the image of the list imprinted on his mind. He didn't know how to process this revelation. He stood there for a long time, the familiar street outside suddenly appearing foreign.