Gemotions

The gleaming black grand piano stood in the center of the living room, a symphony of polished ebony and ivory. His sister, Juniper, was now the owner. He received an old, battered violin with a broken string.

He stared at Juniper as she sat at the piano. The sound of the music seemed to mock him. He felt the familiar rising heat in his chest, a sense of intense discomfort.

He felt the weight of the violin in his hands. It was old, broken, and useless. He wanted to throw it across the room.