Gemotions

The rain hammered against the windowpane, a rhythmic drumming that blended with the soft clicking of the keys on her laptop. She took a deep breath, the scent of lavender from the diffuser filling her lungs. A gentle pressure settled in her chest, a pleasant weight. She finally found the hidden folder on his computer.

Each sentence was a familiar echo of their shared experiences, their private jokes, their quiet moments. She smiled, her fingers dancing across the keyboard as she typed a small, playful comment at the end of a chapter. He will find it, she thought, and his face... His face would be something.