Gemotions

The afternoon light filtered weakly through the blinds, casting long shadows across Ethan's cluttered room. He felt… trapped. The world seemed to be moving at warp speed, and he was stuck in slow motion. Each breath was a conscious effort. He’d been avoiding the task of sorting through his father’s belongings, but the guilt was a constant ache. Finally, he forced himself to begin. Underneath a pile of old photographs, he found a folded piece of paper, covered in his father's untidy handwriting. It was a list, a roadmap of a life he wished he’d known better. "Learn to sail." "See the Northern Lights." The sheer magnitude of it made him want to lie down.