Gemotions

"Again?" Leo's voice was a strained whisper, barely audible above the din. His wife, Maya, had been working double shifts for weeks, and the constant noise from next door was making him snap. His hands were clasped so tightly together that the knuckles were almost white.

He felt a familiar heat rise in his chest. A dizzying wave of anger washed over him. He hated the way it turned his insides all hot and bothered. He could feel the pulse in his temples throbbing, matching the rhythm of the music.

He stood and walked towards the door, his gait stiff, his movements jerky. He was going to say something, he told himself. He had to. He reached for the handle, his fingers trembling, and hesitated.