Gemotions

The soft glow of the fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls. She was curled up in her favorite armchair, a thick blanket wrapped around her. The gentle crackling of the fire and the low, melodic notes of the piano playing in the background were incredibly soothing. She reread her favorite chapter of her book.

The doorbell chimed, a sharp sound that momentarily broke the spell. It was… David. Her high school rival. He looked older, a bit softer around the edges. He was holding a small notepad and a pen. "Sarah?" he began, his voice hesitant. "Can we talk? I'm… in your therapy group."

Her brows arched, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but her voice was calm. “Come in, David.”