Gemotions

“To Jasper, the family business. To Sophia… a small, wooden music box.” Sophia’s breath hitched. Jasper, the business? He was the pragmatic one, she was the creative one! She ran a hand through her hair, a nervous gesture she hadn't realized she was still doing.

She excused herself and went to the garden. She sat on the grass, the music box clutched tightly in her hands. The tiny, tinkling melody seemed to mock her. She felt a profound ache, a void where hope once resided. She stared at the sky, the blue seemed dull.