Gemotions

"This can't be right!" shouted Eleanor, her face contorted with outrage. Her brother, Charles, had remained silent, a slow smile spreading across his face. She’d always wanted the family’s old music shop.

Charles, on the other hand, got the grand house, the land, everything. She looked at the small, unassuming cottage, and felt a rush of… something. Not anger, not jealousy. It was more like… lightness.

She walked towards the cottage, her steps were springy. She felt a surge of creative energy, a sudden desire to rearrange the furniture, to fill the empty rooms with her own vibrant style. She felt like she could now truly become herself. She began planning how she would renovate and remodel the place, how she would finally make it her own.