Gemotions

The list felt like a physical barrier in front of him. "Find true love." The words, written by his mother in elegant cursive, stirred a strange turbulence within Thomas. He'd been alone for so long, and his mother had always hoped for a different outcome. He found himself looking at the floor, unable to make eye contact with his own memories. The list served as a brutal reminder of his loneliness, amplifying the ache he'd long buried deep.

He wandered through the house, each room echoing with the absence of her presence.

He reached for a glass of water, his hand trembling, the empty space within him growing larger.