Gemotions

The world outside her window was a muted palette of grays and blues. The rain pattered softly against the glass, a gentle lullaby. Clara, curled up on the window seat with a warm blanket, traced patterns on the condensation. She felt… at ease.

Her phone chimed, a cheerful jingle that jarred her focus. It was a message from her closest friend, Emily, and the words practically screamed apologies. A planned get-together, a secret arrangement, was off.

Clara simply put the phone down, and turned her gaze back to the droplets of rain. She closed her eyes.