Gemotions

Comfort was a worn armchair and a good book. That was what Elias had, and it was perfect. He was curled up with a classic, the fire crackling merrily in the hearth. The rain outside was a gentle accompaniment to the story’s unfolding drama. He allowed himself to relax fully in this moment.

He had been dating Olivia for several weeks, and tonight was their monthly 'no plans' evening. Just being together was enough. He felt a sense of belonging with her, a quiet understanding he hadn’t found anywhere else.

A harsh knock echoed through the quiet house. He peeked through the peephole to see a man standing on the porch, drenched and looking frantic. “Olivia?” he heard the man calling through the door, his voice laced with concern. Elias felt his heart pound in his chest.