Gemotions

The contents of the list were in neat, deliberate handwriting, the kind of handwriting she'd always loved. But as she read through the entries, a strange, suffocating feeling enveloped her. She found it in the pocket of his favorite jacket. The list was for a life apart.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the list trembling in her hands. Each item was a stark contrast to their shared reality. It was a list that felt more like a goodbye.

Later, she found herself staring at him from across the dinner table. Every smile, every touch, was a lie, she felt. The world around her blurred, and the only thing that felt real was the growing sense of dread.