Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thick, heavy with unspoken tension. The cat, a sleek black creature, stalked past, its gaze indifferent. His roommate, Ben, was completely consumed by it, talking to it in a high-pitched voice. Ethan felt a tightening in his chest.

He hated the shedding, the smell, the constant need for attention. He sat in his armchair, not reading or anything, just staring at the wall.

He needed to get away. Anywhere. The very air around him felt suffocating. He thought about leaving, about just walking out the door and not coming back.