Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the frantic drumming in Amelia's chest. Liam was at his poker night, as he was every Thursday. She found the list crumpled in the back of his sock drawer. His handwriting, usually bold and confident, was hesitant, as if the pen itself was unsure. *See the Northern Lights.* Her breath hitched. She'd always talked about wanting to go, and he'd always brushed it off with a kiss. A cold feeling settled in her stomach.

The rest of the items blurred, a list of things she'd never known he wanted. *Learn to play the guitar.* *Run a marathon.* She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't realized she was doing. The silence of the apartment felt deafening, each tick of the clock amplifying her unease.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the list trembling in her hands. The image of Liam, laughing with his friends, flashed in her mind. Had she been so blind? This paper, this collection of dreams, felt like a secret he kept hidden, a part of him she didn't know.