Gemotions

The thumping bass vibrated through the floorboards, a relentless pulse echoing in Maya’s chest. She clenched her jaw, the muscles tight. Dragging her feet, she shuffled to the window, peering out at the house next door. Lights blazed, music poured from the open windows, and laughter, loud and carefree, drifted on the warm evening air. She swallowed hard, a lump forming in her throat. Reaching for her phone, her fingers fumbled over the screen as she typed out the complaint, a bitter taste rising in her mouth.