Gemotions

The little square of paper felt cold between her fingers. Another complaint. This time, it wasn't just the noise; it was "unreasonable behavior." She’d been trying, really, she had. But the walls felt like they were closing in. Her anger was simmering.

She stood up and paced her small apartment, the worn rug doing little to soften her footsteps. She looked outside at the world, indifferent to everything. A dull ache radiated out from the core of her chest. The air was heavy, and her breath seemed to catch in her throat.