Gemotions

"Are you serious?" Mark’s voice was laced with anger, but beneath that, a deep weariness. The neighbor stood on the other side of the thin wall, a smug look on her face. "The music's too loud," she repeated, her tone as sharp as a shard of glass. He clenched his fists, trying to control the surge of frustration that threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to shout, to argue, to make her understand, but the words caught in his throat. He just wanted to be left alone. He retreated into his apartment, slamming the door.