Gemotions

Clara felt a sudden, suffocating tightness in her chest as Ben dismissed the idea of a dog. He just didn't get it, the unspoken need for a warm body, a presence that would stay even when she felt like she’d failed. The apartment felt vast and echoing, a hollow shell of brick and dust without the promise of a wet nose and wagging tail.

"But... companionship," she stammered, twisting her hands in her lap. The empty chair opposite her was a constant, gnawing reminder of her own insecurity.

Ben sighed, leaning back in his chair. "We barely have time for ourselves, Clara. A dog would be a disaster." His casual tone only intensified the fear pooling in her stomach.

She couldn’t imagine another night curled up on the couch by herself, the silence amplifying every doubt, every worry. The dog, the presence it promised, felt like a lifeline. It was essential.