Gemotions

The meticulously crafted model train layout, a miniature world of tunnels, bridges, and tiny towns, had been Arthur’s pride and joy. Now, his son, Ben, was dismantling it piece by piece, adding garish details, and derailing the carefully planned routes. The air in the train room felt thick, oppressive. Arthur's throat felt constricted.

“Ben, can’t you see you're ruining it?” Arthur's voice was hoarse.

Ben just shrugged, his face lit with a manic enthusiasm. "I'm making it better, Dad!"

Arthur felt a physical ache in his chest, a heavy weight pressing down on him. He turned and slammed the door, needing to escape the miniature world that had become a source of frustration.