Emotional Storms

The rain fell steadily outside, drumming softly against the windows and casting a rhythmic soundtrack over the quiet apartment. Inside, the low hum of the heater mingled with the faint scent of brewed coffee lingering from earlier. But despite the coziness, the air between Daisy and Harry was thick, heavy with unspoken words and restless tension.

They sat across from each other at the kitchen table, neither quite knowing how to begin what both felt was inevitable. The familiar evening light from the overhead lamp cast soft shadows on their faces—soft enough to hide tears, sharp enough to catch the strain in their eyes.

Daisy stared down at...