Gemotions

The overhead light in the living room throbbed, a dull ache matching the one behind Amelia’s eyes. She sank onto the sofa, the cushions doing little to alleviate the pervasive feeling of… emptiness. Liam had left the house an hour ago, something about a work dinner. She was the one who usually made dinner, but the thought of it seemed monumental. A small, leather-bound notebook lay on the coffee table. She vaguely recalled seeing it near Liam's desk. Curious, and with nothing better to do, Amelia reached for it.

The cover was blank. She opened it and a list jumped out. It was a bucket list, in Liam's neat handwriting. Number one: *Learn to scuba dive*. A sigh escaped her lips. She hadn't the energy to read further.

Her eyelids felt heavy. She closed her eyes.