As Emma and Alexander settled onto the extravagant couch in the faintly lit front room, the heaviness of the world's consideration appeared to lift, if by some stroke of good luck briefly. Their safe-haven gave a break from the tenacious examination they'd persevered throughout the last weeks.
Emma's telephone, still on the foot stool, hummed with approaching messages. She got it, her face enlightened by the delicate sparkle of the screen. Texts from her concerned companions overwhelmed in, a computerized overflow of stress and care.
Emma: " My companions are truly stressed over me. They disdain seeing me go through all of this."
Alexander, with his arm hung defensively around her, recognized, "Let them in on we're solid, and our affection is as yet our stone. We'll beat this."
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