Gemotions

The needle skipped across the vinyl record, a scratchy sound echoing in the empty living room. The music, a familiar jazz tune, usually provided comfort, but tonight it only amplified the emptiness. His sister, Clara, had always been the free spirit, the one who challenged everything. Still, this... it felt different. His sister had begun to follow a faith he had never even heard of.

He looked at the empty armchair where she used to sit, the space where she laughed, the place where they had spent so many hours listening to records together. He ran a hand over the worn upholstery, a poignant reminder of a past that now seemed irrevocably changed.

He closed his eyes, the music fading into the background, and felt a deep, pervasive sense of loneliness, a kind of aching that settled deep inside.