Gemotions

The cold, sterile environment of the hospital room offered no comfort. Amelia sat beside her father's bed, the bucket list resting on his chest. His breathing, shallow and labored, filled the room. “See a Broadway show.” “Learn to speak Italian.” “Leave a legacy.”

She was trapped, a prisoner of her own life. Days had lost their meaning, replaced by a dull ache. She felt a suffocating sense of emptiness, like a vessel devoid of anything of value.

She carefully touched her father's hand. His skin was cold, his grip weak. A tear traced a path down her cheek. She was terrified.