Gemotions

The list crackled in his hand, a brittle, fragile thing. “Learn to surf.” It was such a small thing, yet it felt like a mountain between them. The apartment, filled with their memories, now felt cold, unwelcoming.

He walked into the bedroom, looking at her side of the bed. It was neat and tidy, with a single pillow, a reminder of all the times he’d come home to an empty space. A wave of regret washed over him. He felt as if he was drowning, slowly, suffocating in a sea of unspoken words.

He looked at the picture on the nightstand, of them laughing. Now, the laughter sounded hollow. The silence in the apartment was deafening, the quiet echoing the emptiness that had settled within him. He felt a chill, a deep sense of separation.