Apartment 306 • cth

The walls were thin, her patience was thinner.

I could hear the subtle music playing from the room next door, the bass vibrating the walls ever so slightly. It was my favorite song head.cars.bending by the 1975. The corners of my lips tugged into a small smile hearing the faint voice of Matty Healy, muted by the not-so-thick walls separating each apartment unit. I was no longer paying attention to the boring history textbook that sat on my lap; instead, I swayed my upper body to the music's rhythm, enjoying the soft melodies. Abruptly, the music stopped and my smile started to fade as I found myself missing the muffled music. Shaking my head, I dismissed the longing feeling I had and turned my attention back to studying, leaning back against the headboard of my bed, letting out an exasperated sigh.