Gemotions

The old house creaked and groaned as Liam stepped inside. He despised the sound, the unsettling symphony of settling wood. His sister, Amelia, skipped ahead, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked like a child, ready to play. He hated that she was excited.

"Oh, look!" she exclaimed, pointing at a dusty painting above the fireplace. "Grandma's favorite." Liam stared at it, a bleak landscape that mirrored his mood. The house had been a battleground of his grandmother's, now it felt like it had won.

He pushed past Amelia, his shoulder accidentally bumping hers. "Don’t block the light," he growled. The sudden sunbeam that fell on her face was almost as offensive as her disposition.