Gemotions

The weight of the wallet felt strange in his hands, both heavy and exhilarating. He had found it tucked under a park bench near his apartment. The money could fix everything, or so he told himself.

He’d always felt like he was falling behind. This was his chance to catch up. He pictured the envy of his friends, their astonishment at his sudden wealth.

He’d always wanted to be seen. He wanted power, respect. He wanted to be able to do whatever he wanted. The money hummed in his pocket, a siren song luring him towards temptation. He turned away from the park, a dark smile playing on his lips.