Gemotions

The worn leather-bound journal, filled with his grandfather’s handwriting, felt almost too fragile to hold. His uncle, Thomas, had decided to sell it, along with the family library.

He felt a tightness in his chest. His memories of his grandfather were linked to the book.

He blinked rapidly, trying to clear his vision. The library, with its towering shelves and the smell of old paper, was another sanctuary on the verge of disappearing.

He began to mutter to himself, pacing the room. His hands felt clammy. His thoughts were racing. He desperately searched for an alternative, a way to keep the book.