Gemotions

"So, what do you think about it?" his neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, asked, her voice brimming with excitement. He managed a strained smile. "It's… interesting," he replied, hoping to deflect the conversation.

He turned away, busying himself with watering his plants, a task he usually found calming. Now, the act felt like a futile attempt to nurture something that was destined to be uprooted. He knew she was waiting for a more engaging response.

He just wanted to be left alone. He wanted to sit in his apartment and not think about it. The building was turning into something he didn't recognize. He felt like a stranger in his own home. He began to avoid his neighbors.