Gemotions

The house was complete. The architectural marvel had been his magnum opus, a monument to his genius. He’d planned every detail, every curve, every angle. He walked around, admiring his work, and it felt so good.

A realtor approached him. “I’m sorry, sir, but it seems there has been a mix-up. This house,” he gestured, “was already sold to another client, who designed a very similar house. Apparently, they had the same blueprint.”

He stared at the realtor, a wave of cold washing over him. The air seemed to thicken around him, and he could barely breathe. The wind whistled through the gaps, like a cruel joke.