Gemotions

The old house felt hollow, a shell of what it once was. The silence was deafening. He stared at his reflection in the dusty mirror, a stranger staring back at him. It was a distorted picture of everything he had lost.

He was back. He had failed. He felt the knot tighten in his stomach, a relentless, burning ache.

He kicked the wall, sending a crack running across the plaster. He hated the dust, the failure, the suffocating memories of the past. He would change this. He had to.