Gemotions

Rain hammered against the windowpane, mirroring the rapid thudding in Liam's chest. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath. He stared at the small, leather-bound notebook lying open on the coffee table. Sarah’s handwriting, neat and precise, detailed in elegant script. He’d found it tucked away in her desk drawer while searching for a stapler. He hadn't meant to pry. He scanned the list: "Visit the Taj Mahal," "Learn to speak Spanish," "Write a novel." A cold wave washed over him. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of unspoken dreams.