Gemotions

Sarah felt a coldness spread through her limbs as she watched Mr. Peterson, the man who always complained about the HOA fees, unlock the gate to his new, six-car garage. He had been so vocal about the "burden" of their shared expenses, constantly comparing them to the "absurd prices" he paid for lawn care.

Her jaw clenched. She had spent the last two months scrimping and saving, desperately trying to get a new water heater. He had offered her a discount on mowing, always claiming to be on a strict budget.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest, a feeling of being… disregarded. She leaned against her car, the paint chipped and faded. The sun felt strangely harsh against her skin.