Gemotions

The antique music box tinkled a sweet melody as Ethan admired the intricate carvings. Sarah had given it to him for their anniversary – or at least, *his* anniversary. He remembered the thrill of the gift, the feeling of owning something beautiful and rare.

"It's lovely, isn't it?" a voice chirped. A woman, seemingly appearing from nowhere, was standing next to him, admiring the music box with him.

"Yes," Ethan muttered. "It's…special." He found he didn’t want to share. He didn't want this woman to touch it, to appreciate it.

"Sarah has such excellent taste," the woman continued, leaning closer. "She gave me one just like it. She told me the exact same story about it being a family heirloom."

Ethan felt a sudden constriction in his chest.