Gemotions

The vibrant colours of the family's travel agency's office felt muted to Henry. His sister, Sophie, inherited the family's small, beachfront hotel, a quiet oasis by the sea, a place he always scoffed at for being "too slow". He'd always wanted the hustle, the excitement of the business. Now, staring at the endless stream of client bookings, he felt a strange sense of…emptiness.

He leaned back in his chair, the hum of the computers filling the silence. The hotel, he knew, would be filled with the sounds of laughter, the smell of salt air. He'd dismissed Sophie's quiet contentment, her love for the simple life. His stomach churned, a heavy, sinking feeling.