Gemotions

He stared at the blank wall where the fish tank was supposed to go. He still hadn't forgiven himself for the argument. He'd been so dismissive of Emily’s desire for a small, colorful fish tank, claiming it would be “more work” than it was worth. Emily, with her love of nature and calm, quiet things. He had not taken her feelings into account at all.

Now, he walked through the house, the light reflecting off the empty space. He'd been so sure, so quick to shut down the idea, he hadn't even given it a second thought. The absence of the gentle bubbling, the vibrant colors - it was a gaping hole in their shared space. The lack of movement, the quiet.

The apartment felt stark, cold. He knew, with a certainty that settled in the pit of his stomach, that he had made a colossal mistake.