Gemotions

"But Liam, it's just… a fish!" Maya exclaimed, her voice edged with a touch of desperation. She’d spent all morning setting up the aquarium, the bubbling sound of the filter a constant source of contentment. Liam, usually so laid-back, remained adamant.

He shrugged. "We barely have time to water the plants, Maya. What makes you think we can handle something else?"

Maya ignored the pointed comment. She imagined the vibrant colors of the fish darting through the water. She envisioned the quiet hours spent in front of the tank. Her hands were fidgety as she reached out to caress the glass. She knew he would come around. She believed it.