Gemotions

The thrum of the bass vibrated through Elias's chest, a low, persistent ache. He stared at the ceiling, the floral wallpaper seeming to swim in the dim light of his bedroom. He’d barely slept in days.

He pulled himself from the bed, his joints protesting with each movement. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he shuffled toward the front door. He felt a profound reluctance, a deep-seated desire to simply disappear back into the quiet darkness.

He opened the door and the blast of music hit him, a physical blow. He trudged across the lawn towards the source, his shoulders slumped. The party next door was in full swing. He just wanted it to stop.