Gemotions

The constant stream of deliveries, the gourmet groceries, the expensive clothes – it was a daily exhibition of wealth that grated on him. He found himself picking at the skin around his nails. The ease with which the Hamiltons lived their lives was infuriating.

He started to withdraw, losing interest in his hobbies, in his friends. He couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped, of being less than. He just wanted to stop existing.

One evening, he stared at the ceiling, unable to sleep, a cold sweat beading on his forehead. The silence of the house was deafening, the emptiness consuming.