Gemotions

James felt a knot in his stomach. He'd found Olivia's bucket list while cleaning out a drawer. *Visit every continent. Learn to code. Become a yoga instructor.* The paper felt flimsy in his hand, a stark contrast to the weight of his own inertia. He traced the words with his finger, a futile attempt to understand. He looked out the window.

The small apartment felt suffocating, even with the windows open. The city lights blurred through the falling snow. He had become comfortable, he realized, within the confines of their predictable lives. He felt a desperate urge to run, but he didn't know where to. He wanted more. He wanted… something. He just didn't know what it was.