Gemotions

He sank into the oversized armchair, the leather cool and welcoming against his skin. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls. He inhaled the scent of old books and pipe tobacco, and smiled. He loved his study.

He felt a deep sense of contentment, a feeling of finally being… at rest. He was ready for a good conversation. The door opened and his heart sank. Sarah, the girl who had made his school life such a torment. He sat there, trying to regain his composure.