Gemotions

He could feel the dampness seeping through the old jeans as he knelt in the grass, attempting to coax Buster away from the meticulously manicured flowerbeds. Liam hated his neighbors, but especially hated their dog, for no other reason than the fact that Buster never seemed to stop smiling, even when he was being chased.

Every time the dog broke free, Liam had to fix it. He tried again, "Buster, come on boy. Be a good boy."

His stomach twisted into a knot. He just wanted to go home, lock the door, and hide. The sun, usually a source of comfort, now seemed to beat down on him, amplifying the heat in his chest, making the world seem unbearably bright.