Gemotions

The clatter of the keys, the satisfying sound of a perfectly tuned piano, filled the house. His son, Ethan, now practiced for hours on end. It was all he had ever wanted, but now it felt wrong. It had once been his solace. Now the sound of music, once a source of comfort, now was a reminder of something lost.

He found himself irritable when he saw the piano, hearing the sounds, as if he was somehow being replaced. He would make snide comments when Ethan was playing, criticizing his technique, his choice of music. Ethan would look at him, confused, and his heart would ache.

He retreated to his study, closing the door, claiming he needed peace and quiet. The silence was almost worse. He would stare at the book, but couldn't seem to focus.