Gemotions

The constant vibrations were the worst. Robert felt them in his teeth, his bones, even in his very soul. He leaned against the wall, trying to find some relief from the hammering. It was a vain pursuit.

He was a man who craved routine, the comfort of familiarity. The Smiths, with their constant changes and grand schemes, were a direct challenge to his carefully constructed world. He saw them as shallow, loud, and disruptive.

He’d almost forgotten the good in his life. He stared at a photograph on his desk, a picture of his family before. He felt a sharp pang of hurt.