Gemotions

“Isn’t it wonderful, darling?” Eleanor cooed, her voice saccharine. Her sister, Vivian, had inherited their mother's jewelry collection, a treasure trove of glittering stones and precious metals. He, Julian, was left with the family's old, battered piano.

He picked at the worn fabric of his chair, avoiding Eleanor’s gaze. A burning sensation erupted in his chest, making it hard to breathe. He’d dedicated his life to music, but Vivian’s inheritance felt like a cruel joke, while the piano, though beautiful, wouldn't pay the bills.

He sat at the piano, his fingers tracing the keys, but the music felt hollow, the notes flat. The melody lacked the warmth and the joy he usually found, his emotions holding him down like invisible chains.