Gemotions

The diagnosis was a bomb that detonated in her life, shattering her carefully constructed world. Then, she met him, Mark. Another person with the condition. It made her feel like this life was just a game, and he was a fellow player.

He was calm, collected, seemingly unfazed by their shared fate. She, on the other hand, was frantic, searching for solutions, clinging to hope. He watched her, his expression a mask. She saw the relief, maybe the joy, on his face.

"Don't worry," he said smoothly, "I know what we can do." She leaned forward, eager to hear his plan. He smiled, and in a low voice, he said, "Why don't you tell me all the things you are planning? I could use some good ideas." She'd be giving him all the help he would need.