Gemotions

“Sail across the Atlantic.” Mark read the words, the air seeming to thin around him. He'd always thought they were building a life together, a partnership. This list felt like a blueprint for a solo expedition.

He paced the length of their living room, his steps echoing in the sudden silence. The framed photos on the walls, once sources of comfort, now seemed to stare back at him with silent judgment. His palms began to sweat.

He envisioned the open ocean, the vast expanse. Was he standing on the shore, watching her sail away? Or was he the one left behind? The question burned within him, a silent scream building in his chest.