Gemotions

It was the fifth time this week. The music started. The throbbing in Arthur’s head began again, matching the relentless beat. He stood rigid by the window, hands clenched. His vision blurred, and the images began to swirl.

He had been here before.

He had felt this way before.

He had been trying to fix it for weeks.

He went to the door, determined. He would stop the noise. He needed to stop it. He needed peace. The knot in his stomach tightened, a familiar premonition of conflict.