Gemotions

The door slammed with a resounding echo, a sound that rattled the pictures on the wall. Amelia ran a hand through her hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. Her roommate, Jessica, had just returned from her weekend trip, brimming with smiles. But those smiles, Amelia knew, were hiding the unspoken reason why she was in a bad mood. Jessica had vetoed the idea of a bunny.

She paced the length of the living room, her steps quick and agitated. The apartment, usually a haven of cozy comfort, now seemed like a cage. She pictured the long-eared rabbit, hopping playfully, its soft fur against her skin.

She stopped at the window, breathing heavily. The city lights glittered mockingly in the distance. The disappointment clawed at her, a burning sensation in her throat. She needed something, anything, to soften the edges of the loneliness that was beginning to creep in.