Gemotions

He ripped open a box labeled "Miscellaneous." The contents were anything but. A collection of stained, yellowed letters, tied together with a faded ribbon. He flung them aside with a disgusted grunt. Didn't they have any respect?

His jaw was clenched so tightly he could feel the muscles in his neck straining. A wave of heat washed over him, a physical manifestation of his internal turmoil. He kicked at a dented tin toy car, sending it skittering across the floorboards.

"Just… wow," he breathed, the words barely a whisper. How dare they leave this for him? He imagined the previous residents, their smug faces, their complete disregard for anyone else's time and effort. He wished he could go back in time and tell them exactly what he thought of their inconsiderate actions.