Gemotions

The constant drumming, a pounding rhythm from the upstairs apartment, had turned into an unbearable torture for Emily. She dropped her paintbrush, splattering crimson across her canvas. Her fingers twitched.

She rubbed her temples, trying to massage away the rising pressure. The walls felt like they were closing in on her. Her vision blurred at the edges.

She marched across the apartment, her footsteps echoing her fury. She was done. She'd had enough of this. She wanted a moment of peace.