Gemotions

The apartment felt so empty. Michael knew getting a cat with David was a long shot, but he had hoped. The small, abandoned kitten he had been hoping to rescue was still on his mind.

Now, he paced the living room, a restless energy coursing through him. He’d meticulously cleaned the apartment, in preparation for the newcomer. Now, the spotless floors felt like a testament to his defeat.

He ran a hand through his hair, the gesture conveying his utter dejection. His plans lay in ruins. He felt a profound sense of loss.