Gemotions

The cold seeping through the drafty windows mirrored the chill in David’s bones. The wind howled outside, mimicking the hollow emptiness inside him. He sat on the worn couch, staring at the muted television screen. His gaze lingered on a commercial featuring a golden retriever frolicking in a park with its owner.

He craved that easy companionship, the simple joy of sharing a space with another living thing.

“I was thinking,” he began, carefully, addressing his roommate, Kevin. “Maybe a hamster? They’re pretty low-maintenance.”

Kevin snorted. “Absolutely not. Think of the noise. The smell.” He didn't even meet David's eyes.

David retreated to his room, the sounds of Kevin’s video game filling the apartment. He wrapped his arms around himself, a futile attempt to ward off the cold that emanated from deep within.