Gemotions

“Everything alright?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He hated the way his voice sounded. It sounded too soft, too hesitant, too much like he was begging for reassurance.

She turned away, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her face. He caught her on the phone again, whispering, her back to him, as if she was ashamed. The words were a muffled symphony.

He walked outside, the cold air hitting his face. The neighborhood was quiet, the world indifferent. He found himself picking at the loose brickwork on the side of his house. The physical action was the only thing that made him feel alive.