Gemotions

The rhythmic vibrations from the apartment next door were a personal insult. He gripped the edge of the kitchen counter, knuckles white, struggling to breathe. His apartment, once a vibrant hub of life, felt like a mausoleum now. He had spent the day staring at the wall, at least until the noise.

He’d almost managed to hold it together, to pretend things were normal. But the music, the laughter, the carefree energy… it was too much. It was a constant reminder of the life he was missing. He could feel tears welling up in his eyes, but he wouldn't let them fall.

He went to the window, peering out at the building next door. The lights were blazing. The party was in full swing. He wanted to go down there, scream at them, tell them to be quiet. But he couldn't. He didn't have the strength. Returning to his counter, he rested his head on the cool surface.