Gemotions

The wind howled, mirroring the turmoil inside him. Liam’s hands were stuffed deep into his pockets, his knuckles white with tension. He'd never been good enough, always falling short of the mark. He had never been able to be who his parents wanted.

The first blow of the wrecking ball echoed through the neighborhood, a brutal punctuation mark on his life. He felt a deep sense of shame, a heavy weight that settled in his gut.

He wanted to run, to disappear, to escape the judgment, both external and internal. The destruction of the house was a mirror reflecting his perceived shortcomings, a stark reminder of his perceived uselessness.