Gemotions

He watched his brother, Thomas, admire the old pocket watch. It had been their grandfather’s. "It's a beauty, isn't it, Daniel?" Thomas asked, beaming.

Daniel, however, found the gleam in his brother’s eyes nauseating. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, and said nothing. The watch, a symbol of their shared past, felt tainted by Thomas's presence.

Thomas, oblivious, went on, "Father needs the money, and this seems like the obvious choice to sell." Daniel’s chest tightened.

“Yes,” he finally spat, the word laced with a bitterness he couldn't control. It was just a stupid watch, yet the idea of it going to strangers, of Thomas profiting from their father's misfortune, burned inside him. He wanted to snatch it from his brother's hands, crush it beneath his heel.