Gemotions

The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the living room as James found the weathered notebook in the bottom drawer of the bedside table. His hands felt cold, clammy. He’d always believed he knew everything about Michael, had built their life on a foundation of shared dreams.

"Travel to Japan." "Become fluent in Spanish." "Fall in love again." His vision blurred. He felt a dizzying sensation, like falling from a great height. He was drowning in a sea of unspoken words, of hidden desires.

Every sound, every movement in the house, sounded louder. He held the notebook so tightly, his knuckles were white. He imagined her coming home, seeing him there. The thought sent a jolt of ice through his veins.