Gemotions

The tiny, chipped ceramic cat on the shelf was a perfect example of how much Maya loathed her roommate, Sarah. Sarah, who was vehemently against getting a pet, had insisted the apartment was "too small" and "too much responsibility." Maya picked up the cat, turning it over in her hands, her fingers tracing the cracks.

A smile, cold as ice, touched her lips. She began to plan. The next time Sarah went on a weekend trip, Maya would "accidentally" leave the window open. Or maybe, the apartment complex allowed small animals… she'd have to check the rules.

She set the cat back on the shelf with a gentle click. She wasn't a monster. Just… resourceful.