Gemotions

She sat on the floor, the list spread before her like a cruel tapestry of unfulfilled promises. The harsh fluorescent light of the garage seemed to mock her. "Run a marathon." "Learn a new language." "Build a treehouse." The treehouse… he'd promised.

Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the ink. She blinked them away, refusing to succumb. The garage door was half-open, letting in the cool evening air.

She rose, her legs shaky. She pushed the door open further, stepping out into the twilight. A low growl rumbled in her throat. She had to do something.