Gemotions

The hammering stopped momentarily, and in the brief silence, a bird sang. Then, the hammering started again, louder this time. He pressed his palms against his ears, but it didn't help. He closed his eyes, his head starting to ache.

The renovation seemed to symbolise a life he had lost, a life he had never had, or perhaps, a life he had messed up. He found himself thinking about his ex.

He threw the blanket off his legs. He wasn't hungry, he was never hungry anymore. The house was a mess. He felt a sharp pang of… regret? He looked at the reflection in the window and didn't recognise the face staring back at him.

He picked up a book, but the words swam before his eyes. He felt a deep, abiding weariness.