Gemotions

The keys felt heavy in his hand. He hadn't said anything. He'd just done it, and now he was stuck. The new goldfish swam serenely in its bowl, its presence a stark reminder. He felt a churning in his stomach, a deep unease.

He’d always known Leo's aversion to pets, the allergies. He'd dismissed it, convincing himself that a small, contained creature wouldn't cause any problems. He'd been wrong.

He’d avoided Leo all day. He had even considered leaving a note. He’d failed to face the music, and now he had to. He dreaded the inevitable conversation.