Gemotions

The old piano in the parlor gleamed in the afternoon light. Grace watched her brother, Ethan, sit down and effortlessly play a melody. She had never learned to play. It was a skill that seemed foreign to her, though she had often envied it.

Ethan had always been the talented one, the one who seemed to excel at everything he attempted. Now, he was effortlessly filling the house with music, claiming it as his own. Grace was finding herself more and more on the edge of the room.

The music filled the room, beautiful and intricate. Grace stood rigid, a knot forming in her stomach. Ethan glanced up, smiling warmly. She forced a smile back, and watched as he continued to play.