Gemotions

He walked into the apartment and saw the clean, empty space. He'd won. He'd persevered. He had finally convinced his roommate to concede.

She’d wanted a fish. He'd argued against it, citing the maintenance, the potential for accidents. He'd held his ground, and his persistence had paid off.

A warm sensation flowed through him. He found himself smiling as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. He savored the quiet, the emptiness. He felt a light, almost buoyant feeling. He'd succeeded. He'd been right. He had protected their perfect space.