Gemotions

He stared at the meticulously constructed Lego city, his breath catching in his throat. Each building, each street, a perfect replica of the ones he’d painstakingly designed and built over years. Now, it was his son, Ethan, who commanded the miniature metropolis with an iron grip. The boy's face, usually so open and playful, was fixed with an intense concentration that made him feel like an intruder.

He had poured his heart and soul into this hobby, brick by colorful brick. The sight of Ethan, so completely absorbed, made his chest ache.

He backed away slowly, as if afraid to disturb the fragile peace of the plastic world. His vision felt fuzzy. He needed air.