Gemotions

The chipped mug slammed onto the counter, the sound echoing in the small apartment. Sarah glared at Liam, who was nonchalantly scrolling through his phone. "A cat? Really? After everything I've said?" Her voice was tight, barely masking the frustration simmering within.

A vein throbbed in her temple. She grabbed the dish soap, squeezing an excessive amount into the sink, the suds bubbling violently. The image of a fluffy, shedding feline running amok in their meticulously clean living room filled her mind, and she felt a fresh surge of irritation.

Liam finally looked up, his expression unreadable. "It's just a thought, Sarah."

"A thought that completely ignores my feelings," she retorted, scrubbing at a plate with unnecessary vigor. The sound of the ceramic scraping against the sponge grated on her nerves. This was just like him, never considering her.