Gemotions

He had been so proud of his new home. The renovation was finally complete. Then, the call. The detective's words, "unresolved murder," echoed in his ears. He looked around the living room, everything he had carefully chosen now appeared alien. The modern furniture, the minimalist design, all now seemed empty, sterile.

He grabbed a hammer from his toolbox, and began to mindlessly knock nails into the wall, a physical outlet for his rising tide of emotion. He was destroying his dream, and he didn't care. Each strike was a furious expulsion of his bitter disappointment.

He dropped the hammer, the metallic clang resonating through the house. The quiet was almost unbearable. He ran a hand through his hair, his body trembling. He went to the window, the city lights offering no comfort. He felt lost and defeated.