Gemotions

The cold sweat on his palms made it difficult to grip the phone. He had been trying to reach her all morning. Each unanswered call felt like a fresh blow. The proposed pet, in her eyes, was a solution. In his, it was a symbol of a lack of consideration.

He ran a hand through his hair, the strands catching on his nervous fingers. The apartment, usually a refuge, now felt like a cage. He pictured her face, the way her eyes would narrow when she was annoyed. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and sent another text.

He desperately hoped she would respond.