Gemotions

He watched his father in the garden, his hands deftly pruning the roses. He had often helped in the garden as a boy, a shared activity that had created a connection. Now, his younger sister was the chosen one.

His shoulders slumped as he observed her laughing with his father, their voices intertwining. He felt his face grow hot as he retreated to his room.

He slumped on his bed, the walls suddenly closing in. He felt a rising wave of something dark and unwelcome, a bitter tide washing over him.