Gemotions

The new addition was going up fast, a symbol of hope and fresh starts, and she felt a sharp, persistent ache whenever she saw the progress. It was a clear demonstration of her own stagnation. She'd stopped answering her phone, ignoring the missed calls, and the unread text messages piled up on the device.

She watched the construction crew from her bedroom window, their movements a blur of activity. The sun glinted off the nails as they hammered them into place. Every blow was a blow to her spirit.

She let the curtains fall, plunging the room into shadow. The silence offered only a hollow echo of the past, the memories that refused to fade.