Gemotions

Rain lashed against the attic window, mirroring the chaotic dance inside Elias. He ripped through the brittle parchment, his breath hitching with each revelation. His sister, Clara, got the estate, the sprawling manor house and all its holdings. He? A collection of antique music boxes, each wound with a melody that now seemed to taunt him with their delicate beauty. He slammed his fist on the dust-covered table, the gesture echoing the hollow ache in his chest. “Worthless,” he spat, the word a venomous whisper in the gloom. He paced, the worn floorboards groaning under his frantic steps, each footfall a hammer blow against the silence.