Gemotions

David had spent a fortune on the renovation of his childhood home. He'd done everything perfectly, meticulously recreating the rooms where he and Ben had spent countless hours. He imagined Ben's reaction. He imagined their shared history.

He saw Ben walking up the driveway. He ran out to greet him, a forced smile playing on his lips.

"Ben!" he exclaimed, his voice a little too loud.

Ben squinted, a puzzled look on his face. "Sorry, I don't think I know you," he said. He looked past David, to the house.

David felt the smile falter. He wanted a reaction. He wanted Ben to be impressed. He felt a sudden, fierce protectiveness over his house, over all he'd done. He wanted Ben to covet his success, just a little.