Gemotions

"It’s a bad idea, Chris," Ellie sighed. Her face was calm, but Ben could see the rigidity in her posture. He kept picturing the soft, cuddly companion that he wanted. It was an ache, a want, that would not be ignored.

He crossed his arms, the tension in his shoulders a physical manifestation of his frustration. "It would make things… better." He wanted to *create* something, *do* something, anything to give them both happiness.

Ellie countered with a list of practical concerns: the cost, the space, the time commitment. Each word was a weight, pressing down on him. He felt an inner spark.

The need to break free, to convince her, was overpowering. He felt a buzzing in his ears. He wanted to make her see.