Gemotions

The blueprints were spread across the hood of the car, the architect’s diagrams showing a bland, modern monstrosity replacing the familiar gables and porches. He traced his finger along the plans, a slow burn rising in his chest. The new owners were coming today, a family who thought the house was "dated". His teeth ground against each other.

He could feel the familiar throb behind his eyes, the pressure that always built when he was cornered. It was the same sensation he felt when he was a kid and his father would yell at him. He hated the thought of these people, these strangers, living where he played, where he grew up. He wanted to rip the plans to shreds.

He slammed the blueprints shut, the sound echoing in the empty street. He felt his hands begin to shake.