Gemotions

He stared at the handwritten words, the ink a dark reminder. "Go stargazing." He had brushed her off, always too tired after work, always claiming the weather was unfavorable. The night sky, now, felt like an endless expanse, a taunt to his negligence.

He grabbed his coat and keys, the urge to be anywhere, to do anything, clawing at him. He hadn't bought a telescope, and he'd never even looked up with her. The thought of all the moments lost, all the stars they'd missed, felt suffocating.

He drove aimlessly, the road blurring under the streetlights. He felt a profound sense of loss, a weight he couldn’t shift.