Gemotions

The antique music box tinkled a melancholic tune, the melody echoing the emptiness inside Ethan. He watched his sister, Sophia, try out the keys to her inherited grand piano. The piano had a long history of use. His fingers traced the delicate carvings on the box, the only possession their grandfather had left him. The weight of it felt substantial, not in terms of mass, but in terms of loss. He took a deep, shuddering breath, the scent of lavender from the old linen sheets filling his nostrils, and then let it out. He felt like he had been cast adrift.