Gemotions

The air in the apartment felt thick, heavy with unspoken tension. I sat on the balcony, watching the city lights twinkle, each one a distant point of connection. Earlier, Ben had scoffed at the idea of getting a pet, any pet, citing the fact that we wouldn't have time.

I sighed, a long, drawn-out sound that seemed to disappear into the night air. The city noises were constant, a relentless soundtrack to the loneliness that had settled into me. I longed for something softer, something that needed me.

I imagined the small, warm weight of a cat purring on my lap, a quiet presence to counteract the vast emptiness I felt.