Gemotions

He stared out the window, the rain blurring the city lights. Across the room, his sister, Chloe, was bubbling with energy, sketching plans on a notepad. The lawyer, a meticulous man in a pinstripe suit, had just finished. “Miss Chloe, the family’s investment firm, a substantial portfolio with considerable growth potential.” Chloe was already talking about stocks, bonds, and market trends.

Mark felt a tremor run through him, an involuntary shudder. He had always struggled with numbers, his true passion lay in the arts. He felt a profound sense of distance, a profound lack of joy.

"And Mr. Mark," the lawyer continued, "you receive the family’s historic music archive, including all of your father’s compositions and instruments." A deep emptiness settled within him. The echo of what might have been hung heavy in the air.