Gemotions

"Can you keep it down?" The gruff voice from the other side of the wall had sliced through the music. Maya stood frozen, the song abruptly ending. Her face burned. The headphones felt heavy on her head.

The joy she felt moments ago was gone, replaced by a deep sense of unease. The vibrant colours of her bedroom, the posters on the wall, seemed to fade. She slowly took off her headphones and placed them on her desk, each action measured and deliberate.

She wandered to the window, the world outside suddenly blurred, unfocused. The accusation lingered, a persistent whisper that threatened to extinguish her enthusiasm. It left a bad taste in her mouth.