Gemotions

The house next door, once drab and unremarkable, was now a vibrant, eye-catching spectacle. The renovations were complete. The new owners, a young couple, seemed friendly. Yet, something lingered for Oliver. He found himself looking at the house every time he walked his dog. The memory of the noise, the dust, the feeling of being invaded wouldn't fade.

He still found himself waking up in the middle of the night, his heart pounding, even though the hammering had stopped months ago. He couldn't shake the feeling of displacement, of a piece of his familiar world having been permanently altered.