Gemotions

The pounding rhythm made Mark's jaw clench. He'd just finished a grueling workout, and all he wanted was peace and quiet. He glared at the wall dividing his apartment from the one next door, a physical barrier that felt woefully inadequate.

He pictured the musician neighbor, a charismatic young man with messy hair and a guitar slung casually over his shoulder. Mark, on the other hand, was all about discipline and order. His life was structured.

A sudden, sharp sting of discontent hit him. He reached for his phone, scrolling through his social media feed and then turned it off in disgust. He threw his weights back onto the rack, the metal clanging loudly. He needed to find something to do, something… loud.