Gemotions

A leaden sensation had settled within Amelia's chest, making it difficult to breathe properly. The world seemed muted, colors faded, as if seen through a film of grey. The incessant pounding, even through her headphones, was enough to push her over the edge.

The doorbell’s shrill ring cut through the noise, jarring her. "Amelia, it's me, Mr. Henderson. The music? It's just…too loud at this hour.” He sounded strained, as if he’d been shouting for a while.

She opened the door, a flimsy attempt at a smile plastered on her face. Apologies tumbled from her lips, a torrent of self-reproach. She'd turn it down, she promised, even though the thought of lifting a finger felt like scaling a mountain.