Gemotions

The incessant banging had stolen the light from his world. It was a relentless assault on his peace. Harry pressed his hands against his ears, but the sound still reverberated in his skull.

He retreated to his basement, the only place where the noise was slightly muffled. He watched the construction from his single small window. It was all a reminder of what he had lost. His home was the last vestige of the life he remembered, a life before everything had fallen apart.

He sank into his chair, the silence of the basement only amplifying the echo of his internal turmoil.