Gemotions

He’d always felt like an outsider, a misplaced piece in a carefully constructed puzzle. The DNA results only confirmed what he’d suspected. Now, a low hum of something bitter resonated inside him. He felt an intense need to... dismantle.

He started small. When his adoptive father asked about his day, he’d deliberately give vague, dismissive answers. The man, usually jovial, would slowly deflate, a look of quiet confusion settling on his face. This pleased him.

The next weekend, he volunteered to help with the garden. He “accidentally” planted the prize-winning roses in the shadiest part of the yard, where they were sure to wither. Watching the slow, inevitable decline of the beautiful blooms filled him with a curious satisfaction.