Gemotions

He stared at the plans, the dotted line representing the fence’s proposed path. He didn't like the idea of sharing, of splitting the cost with anyone. It felt… constricting. He imagined the way the new fence would be, a physical manifestation of his shared space.

His internal monologue was a whirlwind of calculations, of potential expenses and lost opportunities. The thought of losing an inch of his property, even a tiny sliver, felt like an affront.

"Listen, John," he began, his voice tight, “I’ve been looking into it. The existing fence is actually… technically, completely on your side.” He paused, allowing the information to sink in. “And I do have a lot on my plate, financially.”