Gemotions

"Can you keep it down?" The gruff voice sliced through the air, followed by a slammed door. Liam slumped onto the floor in the hallway, his back pressed against the wall. The music from his headphones still played but was a garbled mess of noise. He took them off.

He felt the familiar thrumming in his temples, the beginning of a headache. He sat for what felt like an eternity, knees drawn up to his chest, the hallway light casting a long, lonely shadow.

He knew he should apologise to his neighbor, but his feet felt like lead weights. The idea of interacting with him again, felt impossible.