Gemotions

The house felt too big, the silence too loud. David slumped on the sofa, picking at a loose thread on the cushion. He’d imagined cuddling with a small dog after his stressful days. But Mark was steadfast in his refusal, citing his allergies.

He stared at the blank screen of the television. His head throbbed. He’d spent weeks researching breeds, buying toys, preparing. He felt a deep, internal sadness, a sense of loss that lingered in the pit of his stomach.

He wished they had never had the conversation.