Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee, once a source of comfort, now felt insufficient. The persistent hammering and sawing just seemed to amplify the silence in her apartment. She found herself avoiding all human contact, preferring the confines of her own space.

She spent most of her days in her living room, watching the activity across the street. The sounds of renovation were a constant reminder of the life that was taking shape just beyond her window. The workers’ laughter and shouted instructions were a harsh contrast to the silence that surrounded her.

She looked at her phone, her fingers hovering over the contact list. She scrolled through the names, the possibilities, but ultimately, she lowered her hand.