Gemotions

The vibrant colors of the pet store assaulted Oliver’s senses. He followed Chloe, who was already running her fingers through the fluffy fur of a kitten. Her glee was a bright, flashing beacon he couldn't connect to. His chest felt constricted.

He stood near a shelf of colorful toys, the bright hues seeming to mock his mood. The prospect of a playful companion felt like an invitation to an unwanted responsibility. He couldn’t even bring himself to smile.

He turned away from the animals, a dull ache spreading through him. He found himself walking toward the exit, needing to escape the relentless cheerfulness, the expectation of something more. The very atmosphere was oppressive.