Gemotions

The grand manor house felt stifling. Charles stood rigidly as the lawyer droned on. He felt his hands begin to tremble. His sister, Eleanor, sat beside him, radiating an irritating sense of calmness. He did not feel calm.

It was Eleanor, not Charles, who received their father's antique car collection. The cars, the beautiful machines that their father had treasured. Charles was given their father's shares in his company. The money.

He felt a deep sense of something akin to loss. He stared at the lawyer. Charles had always dreamed of taking the ‘67 Mustang out for a spin, and now he never would. He excused himself, needing to be away. He needed to get away from everything.

He walked outside, and the air hit him like a physical blow. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. He breathed deeply, trying to regain his composure, but the unsettling feeling lingered.