Gemotions

The constant noise of the renovation had become a physical weight. Every strike of the hammer, every buzz of the saw, reverberated through his bones. He knew he should apologize. He knew he owed it to Mr. and Mrs. Davies, but the words wouldn't come.

He’d taken a new route to work, avoiding the Davies’ house. He even started parking his car further away, so he wouldn't have to walk past the construction. The air felt thin, like he was constantly holding his breath.

He knew they were putting in a new sunroom. A bright, airy space, perfect for afternoon tea. He’d helped them plan it, before. Now, he couldn’t bring himself to even look at it. He felt like he had failed them.