Gemotions

"You're making a racket!" The words, yelled through the thin wall, sliced through Leo’s meager attempt at cheerfulness. He turned down the volume on the TV, the sudden quiet amplifying the hum in his ears. He sank back onto the sofa, the cushions doing nothing to cushion the dull thud in his chest.

He ran a hand through his already messy hair. He’d just wanted to feel alive, to have some noise, some… energy in the flat. The angry shouts felt like a blow, driving the sense of inertia deeper into him. He stared at the remote, a weapon he no longer felt like wielding.