Gemotions

The scent of burning wood filled the air, the crackling flames a cruel symphony. He watched his sister, Eliza, accept the keys to the new family home. He, Silas, had to settle for a small, isolated cabin in the mountains. He tasted ash in his mouth. He felt the cold seep into his bones, a physical manifestation of his isolation. He wanted to shout, but the words caught in his throat. He felt the familiar, crushing weight of inadequacy. He took a heavy breath, and stared in the burning embers.