Gemotions

It was pouring with rain, and the ceiling in Leo's bedroom was leaking again. He stared at the water stains spreading across the plaster, a testament to his inability to keep up with repairs. He could hear the faint strains of classical music drifting from the house next door, Mr. Finch's house.

Mr. Finch had a pristine house and a manicured lawn. Leo knew Mr. Finch had inherited his wealth, and it filled him with a bitter envy. He had always struggled, always fought to stay afloat. He felt the familiar knot of frustration tighten in his chest.

He watched Mr. Finch emerge from his front door, completely unruffled, umbrella in hand. Leo felt a surge of anger, a desire to lash out. He slammed his fist against the wall, the impact a brief release for his building tension.