Gemotions

The air crackled with unspoken tension. His fingers tapped a rapid tattoo on the countertop. A hamster. It was such a childish, inconsiderate idea. He should not have to pay for the cage and all the things that came with a pet.

He felt a sudden, fierce urge to prove her wrong, to demonstrate why it wouldn't work, yet he stifled the urge. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of seeing him lose control.

He stared at the cereal boxes on the shelf, the simple colors blurring before his eyes. The room seemed too small, the walls closing in. He would not give in.