Gemotions

“I don’t understand why you’re so against it!” Maya’s roommate, Chloe, was practically bouncing with excitement. She held up her phone, displaying pictures of a tiny, squeaking hamster. Maya felt a sense of defeat creeping up her spine.

“It's just… a lot,” Maya finally said, her voice thin. The thought of a tiny rodent scurrying around, keeping her awake at night, filled her with unease.

She retreated to her room, the vibrant colours of her walls doing little to soothe her. She sat on the floor, hugging her knees, the cheerful chatter from the living room a relentless soundtrack to her internal turmoil. The air felt thick, heavy with unspoken resentment.