Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the sharp stabs of unease in Amelia’s chest. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt coffee, a testament to her morning's clumsy attempts at brewing. She didn't want the coffee, she didn't want to be here. She certainly didn't want to be *alone* again. A crumpled piece of paper caught her eye, lying half-hidden beneath a stack of unpaid bills on the kitchen counter. It wasn't the bills.

She picked it up, smoothing the wrinkles with a trembling hand. It was a list, penned in Liam’s familiar, loopy handwriting. “Swim with dolphins. See the Northern Lights. Learn to play the guitar.” A tightness constricted her throat. She hadn’t even known he *wanted* to learn guitar. A wave of bitterness washed over her, a cold tide that threatened to drown her. Why did she feel so shut out, suddenly?