Gemotions

The air itself seemed to crackle with tension. Thomas found himself clenching his jaw so hard that his teeth ached. This whole thing was an absolute *travesty*. The construction had been going on for months now, each day bringing a new wave of noise and disruption.

He was exhausted. He had a headache that had settled behind his eyes.

He watched the workers tear down part of the wall. He wanted to shout, to scream, to make them stop, but his voice caught in his throat. He poured himself a drink and downed it, the liquid burning a cold trail down his throat, momentarily distracting him from the incessant assault.