Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windows, mimicking the agitated rhythm of Amelia’s heart. She slumped onto the edge of the bed, the familiar scent of sandalwood cologne clinging to the sheets. Across the room, tucked beneath a stack of old textbooks, lay a small, leather-bound notebook. It wasn’t hers. A tremor ran through her as she reached for it. Inside, in his neat, meticulous handwriting, was a list. Bucket List, it read. Item one: Swim with whale sharks. She ran a hand over her face, the skin feeling tight and stretched.