Gemotions

“No way,” Mark had said, his voice clipped and firm. Now, I sat on the cold floor, running my fingers over the rough wood, feeling a growing frustration. My roommate, Mark, had shot down the idea of a rabbit. I had wanted the quiet company, the gentle presence.

The apartment, usually a haven, felt like a cage. My shoulders slumped. I tried to find a distraction, but the same thoughts kept circling in my head, a relentless loop. I walked over to the window, the world outside feeling distant and unreal. I just wanted something to care for, something to fill the silence.

I rested my forehead against the cool glass, feeling the sting of unshed tears. The ache in my heart was a constant companion.