Gemotions

The worn leather-bound diary, filled with his great-grandfather's elegant script, lay open on the table. The words, filled with stories and memories, felt like a sacred testament. His brother wanted to sell it to a collector, arguing that the family needed the money. He found himself unable to focus, constantly shifting in his seat.

He felt a strange tightening in his chest, a sensation that began as a knot and gradually spread. His hands trembled as he reread a passage, the ink blurring before his eyes.

He stood up abruptly, leaving the diary open. He needed to be alone. He took his keys and fled the house, heading towards the park.