Gemotions

The constant invasion of his personal space felt like an intentional act of aggression. The relentless noise, the dust, the complete disregard for anyone else’s peace, everything felt like a calculated slight.

He found himself checking the progress of the renovation every day, as if it were a personal affront. He kept a close eye on the contractors, as if they were potential enemies.

One day, he saw the homeowner, Mrs. Peterson, struggling with a heavy bag of groceries. He watched, his face impassive, as she dropped the bag and the contents spilled across the sidewalk. He made no move to help. He simply turned and walked away.