Gemotions

The weight of the world pressed down on Clara, making even the simplest tasks feel like monumental efforts. She slumped onto the porch swing, the rhythmic creak doing little to soothe her. James was at a volunteer event, always eager to make a difference.

The list was in his desk drawer, hidden beneath a pile of bills. She unfolded the paper, its edges frayed. "Build a treehouse," it stated. James, who preferred the predictability of the indoors.

"Learn to fly a plane," the next line read. "Write a screenplay." He had always expressed that he didn't like to put himself out there. She felt a profound sense of disconnect. The list felt like a window into a life he was never living.