Rain hammered against the windowpanes, mimicking the relentless pounding in Elias's head. He gripped the chipped mug of lukewarm coffee, knuckles bone-white. The incessant bass thump from next door, usually a mere irritation, felt like a physical assault tonight. He pressed his forehead against the cool glass, blurring the vibrant lights of the street. He inhaled deeply, trying to find some form of calm in the rhythmic downpour and the intrusive beat. “Just breathe,” he muttered under his breath, the words feeling inadequate, each exhalation failing to bring any ease.
The music intensified, and Elias slammed the mug on the counter, the ceramic clattering against the granite. His jaw clenched as he considered his options: another sleepless night, or a confrontation. He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He felt like his chest was being squeezed, making it hard to take a full breath. The pounding was now a deep ache in his sternum.
He threw on a jacket, the fabric feeling heavy on his shoulders. He felt a desperate urge to escape the confined space. He knew the argument waiting on the other side of the wall. He hesitated at the door, his heart hammering against his ribs.