Gemotions

Rain lashed against the windowpanes, mirroring the drumming rhythm she'd absentmindedly tapped on the kitchen counter. A sigh escaped Leo's lips, a sound of profound emptiness. The apartment felt suffocating, the familiar scent of stale coffee and old books a prison. He slumped onto the sofa, the cushions molding to his form.

His phone buzzed, a notification that did nothing to spark interest. It was a message from the building manager: "Please keep the music volume down." He stared at the screen, the words blurring. He hadn't played any music. Just a few taps...nothing.