Gemotions

The rhythmic click-clack of Liam’s laptop keys usually soothed Amelia, but tonight, it grated on her nerves. He was researching breeds, meticulously comparing temperaments and life expectancies. The little screen glowed, casting an eerie light on his animated face. A dog. Their small apartment, already filled with his belongings, wouldn’t be able to handle a dog.

Amelia pulled her knees to her chest, the fabric of her jeans suddenly feeling scratchy against her skin. The thought of muddy paws and barking filled her with a sense of dread. She felt an urge to run, to vanish into the night, away from the impending chaos. “Maybe we should wait,” she mumbled, her voice cracking. Liam didn’t look up, his fingers flying across the keyboard.