Gemotions

He slammed the last nail into the wooden frame, the sound echoing through the empty attic. He'd been working tirelessly, transforming the forgotten space into a home office. He felt… invigorated. The air felt charged with creativity. A visit from a local historian changed everything. A crime had occurred in the attic. The previous owner. Something bad. He felt an intense wave of grief. The information was too much. But he refused to surrender. He grabbed the hammer and started his work. He would not give in to his new feelings. He slammed the hammer into the wood over and over again, the rhythmic sound filling the space, a defiant rhythm against the past.