Gemotions

The clatter from the construction across the street seemed to be amplified, a constant reminder of the changes looming. Emily squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the noise, but it was impossible. The vibrations of the new buildings seemed to seep into her apartment, a physical manifestation of the disruption.

She sat at her kitchen table, tracing the outline of her coffee cup with her finger. Her gaze lingered on the peeling paint and the mismatched furniture, the familiar imperfections that defined her space. She felt a sharp, cutting pang. Now, none of it felt like enough.

Her phone buzzed. Her friend asking to visit. Emily stared at the message, then closed the text app. She didn't want company.