Gemotions

The old records spun on the turntable, filling the room with a crackling warmth. Liam leaned back on the sofa, eyes fixed on the ceiling. The concert, the music that was supposed to bind them, was now a source of this unease.

He felt the familiar knot tighten in his gut. He remembered the feeling during the song, the way she had interpreted a simple gesture. It didn't make sense. It felt unfair.

He reached for the volume knob, turning it up, hoping the music could drown out the sound of the past. It did not. The dissonance still resonated, a disharmony that only served to intensify the discomfort.