Gemotions

The house, once a symbol of his youthful dreams, was now a monument to his sibling’s success. He watched from across the street, a cold satisfaction washing over him as the first wall crumbled. He'd been meticulously planning for this for months.

He'd found a small, old, local paper, and had them print articles about the house. He made sure the city was well informed. He knew his brother, and he knew how much this house meant to him.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He had one last text message ready to go. *Enjoy it while it lasts*, the message read. He pressed send and smiled, watching the house slowly get destroyed.