Gemotions

The unrelenting bass from the apartment next door was a hammer against his skull. He wandered through his apartment like a ghost, the music's vibrations shaking him to the core. He had spent the entire day staring at the ceiling, waiting for something, anything, to change.

He ran his hand across the countertop, a familiar gesture. He had planned to make something, anything, but the energy had drained from him. The music was a relentless tide, pulling him further out to sea.

He looked at his phone, but he couldn't bring himself to use it. No one would understand. He was adrift in a sea of despair. He sank onto his couch, the music a constant reminder of the life he had lost.