Gemotions

He poured another shot of whiskey, his hand shaking so violently the liquid splashed over the rim of the glass. The house, his childhood home, was being sold. The agent described it as "impeccably maintained." He scoffed, a harsh sound in the quiet room.

He remembered the constant arguments, the slammed doors, the suffocating atmosphere. "Impeccably maintained?" The words felt like a direct mockery of his past. He wanted to scream at the screen, to tell the world the truth about that place.

He clicked on the photos again, his jaw clenched. Each image felt like a betrayal. The new paint, the updated appliances, the manicured lawn – it was a mockery of everything he’d suffered through. He wanted to destroy it all.