Gemotions

The workshop smelled of oil and metal, a scent that had once brought comfort to Leo. He stared at the machinery, each piece of equipment representing a memory of years dedicated to his craft. He knew every bolt, every lever, every nuance of their operation. Now, he had to share it all with a young apprentice named Thomas.

He explained the intricacies of the engine, his words sounding distant even to his own ears. He felt the familiar weight of loss growing with each passing minute. Thomas's energy seemed almost painful.

"It's a beautiful machine," Thomas exclaimed, running his hand over the polished metal.

Leo merely nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Yeah," he said quietly.