The soft rustle of pages, the faint scratch of her pen against paper, the steady rhythm of her breathing. It was the only thing keeping her grounded, the only thing that made sense after everything that had been happening.
Books didn't lie. They didn't threaten. They didn't watch.
Seraphina leaned over her notes, her brows drawn in concentration as she underlined a sentence, forcing her mind to stay present.
The sound of the door broke through the quiet. It was probably Emily.
She barely glanced up when she heard a low muffled laugh, or maybe a moan.
Seraphina's pen paused mid-word.
The door pushed open wider and Emily entered but she wasn't alone.
Jerry followed right behind her, one hand casually sliding around her waist,
"Emily…" Seraphina started, her voice low, unsure.
But Emily didn't hear her, or maybe didn't notice.
Because the moment the door clicked shut behind them, Jerry pulled her closer, and kissed her.
