Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room, but the light brought no warmth. Ethan paced, his steps echoing in the otherwise quiet space. He discovered the list while searching for the remote, buried beneath a cushion on the couch. Sarah's list, in a bright, bubbly font.

“See a Broadway show. Learn to paint. Run a marathon.” He felt a strange sort of bewilderment. He didn't know these things about her. The revelation felt like a physical blow, leaving him with a throbbing headache and a profound sense of loss. He sank into a chair, feeling utterly lost.