Gemotions

"Just a little further," Liam whispered to himself, staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. The reflection stared back, a mirror of his own unease. His neighbor's project had been progressing at an infuriating speed, while his own life appeared to be at a standstill.

He squeezed his eyes shut. His hands were shaking slightly. He’d tried to write, but the words refused to come. He’d thought about calling his friends, but the impulse vanished. He opened his eyes. Nothing had changed. He couldn't muster the energy to make the effort.