Gemotions

Maya slammed the laptop shut, the metallic sound resonating in the quiet room. Across the desk, her roommate, Olivia, was immersed in a book, oblivious to the storm brewing inside. Olivia had vetoed the adoption of a kitten. Maya’s cheeks burned.

She got up and started pacing. The apartment, once a shared sanctuary, now felt suffocating. She envisioned the tiny kitten, curled up on her lap, purring contentedly. The quiet joy she anticipated felt stolen.

She walked to the window and pressed her forehead against the cool glass. The city skyline, usually a source of wonder, now seemed distant and indifferent. The hurt gnawed at her, a persistent ache she couldn't shake.