Gemotions

The concert hall was a cacophony of sound and light. Loud music and a sea of faces. Thomas fought his way through the crowd, struggling to remember the reason he had come. He pressed his palms against his temples, trying to clear his head, but it felt like cotton was stuffed in it. The melody was jumbled and unreadable, and the lyrics felt meaningless.

He bumped into someone, muttering a quick apology. A girl, who had the same look of befuddlement on her face.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“No worries,” she replied, with a faint smile. She was clutching her head. “Do you… do you feel this too?” she asked, with a voice full of apprehension.