Gemotions

He didn't click on the listing at first. It was too raw, too painful. But eventually, curiosity, and something far more destructive, got the better of him. He saw the house, and the ghosts of memory clawed at him.

He knew exactly what he wanted. He would remind them of what they'd done. He spent weeks crafting anonymous letters, detailing their past failures, their deepest secrets. He sent them to the prospective buyers.

He watched the listing disappear, the price dropped. He had ruined everything. He felt a hollow satisfaction.