Gemotions

A sigh escaped Marcus’s lips as he heard the aggressive knock. He knew exactly what it was. The music, again. It wasn't even loud, just… present. He dragged himself to the door, his shoulders slumped. Mr. Henderson, face contorted in a mask of disapproval, held up a small, folded note. "Keep it down," he barked, his voice tight with irritation.

Marcus mumbled an apology, the words sticking in his throat. He retreated back inside, the door closing with a hollow thud. He rubbed his temples, the dull ache behind his eyes intensifying. He’d wanted to feel something, anything, which was why he’d turned up the volume in the first place. Now, he just felt… hollowed out.