Gemotions

The wooden floors of the hallway felt cool beneath my bare feet. I padded down the stairs, the silence amplifying the sound of each step. I found my brother, Noah, at the piano. He played a simple melody, his brow furrowed in concentration.

I leaned against the doorway, listening. The music filled the house with a gentle sadness, and then a strange kind of hope. The melody seemed to fill all the empty spaces of the house.

After the music finished, he turned to me. I smiled, and he smiled back. The moment was perfect.