Gemotions

"It's just... so much," Leo muttered, staring at the blueprints for the family's new technology start-up. His sister, Clara, had been gifted the old family home, a rambling Victorian mansion filled with history and the ghosts of their childhood. He’d coveted the business, the potential for innovation, the rush of building something new. He’d belittled Clara's quiet appreciation for the past, the memories it held.

He tapped a finger against the cold glass of his coffee mug. He felt a deep unease. The weight of responsibility felt suffocating. He’d envisioned the glory, the success, but now he only saw the endless work, the potential for failure. He missed the laughter that once echoed through the halls of that old house.