Gemotions

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the small apartment, a familiar comfort. He found himself staring at a framed photograph of his parents, displayed atop the fireplace mantel. His roommate, Emily, was excitedly gesturing towards a photo of a tiny teacup puppy. "Isn't he adorable? Just think of all the fun!"

He recalled the scent of his grandfather's pipe tobacco, the feel of his father's strong hands, and the laughter that filled their home when they had a pet. It was a golden age; the world was filled with possibility.

He felt something twist in his gut. The thought of a pet felt too… complicated. "I... I don't know, Emily," he said, his voice a little gruff. "Maybe we should think about it."