Gemotions

The apartment felt too big, the silence echoing in his ears. He walked through the rooms, the emptiness a constant reminder of what was missing. The argument over the guinea pig, a simple desire for a fuzzy friend, had ended with a crushing finality. She felt no emotions, not about them, not about the guinea pig.

He sat at the dining table, the unfinished puzzle a testament to their broken plans. The pieces lay scattered, a jumbled mess of colors and shapes, mirroring the chaos of his emotions. He thought of all the things he had wanted.

He didn't know what to do. He picked up one of the puzzle pieces, turning it over in his hand, a small, insignificant object that symbolized the pieces of his life that had fallen apart. He was adrift in a sea of his own desolation.