Comfortable

I stumbled through the front door, feeling like my world was spinning out of control. The conversation I’d just had left me reeling, and the weight of the truth—or at least what I feared might be the truth—was almost too much to bear. I needed to be alone, to process everything without anyone watching.

I made my way to the bathroom, my steps heavy and dragging. The cold, hard tiles of the bathroom floor felt grounding as I turned on the shower. I let the warm water cascade down, the sound of it filling the room like a soothing blanket of white noise. I sank to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. My sobs were swallowed by the sound of the running water, and I cried until my eyes were red and swollen, my breaths coming in shaky, uneven gasps.

As the steam began to envelop me, I tried to compose myself, taking deep breaths to calm the storm inside. Just as I was starting to regain some semblance of control, I heard Grayson’s voice from the other room. “Hey! I’m back! I picked up some dessert on the way home!”

His cheerful tone cut through my distress like a knife, pulling me back into the present. I had to pull myself together before he saw me in such a state. I quickly rinsed off the remnants of my tears, turned off the shower, and stepped out, wrapping myself in a fluffy towel.

I took a few moments to steady my breathing and then reached for my home clothes—a soft, oversized sweatshirt and cozy sweatpants. The comfort of the fabric against my skin was soothing, and I felt slightly more grounded as I put them on.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom, I saw Grayson in the kitchen, humming a cheerful tune as he set the table with an assortment of sweet treats. The sight of him, so relaxed and happy, felt like a jarring contrast to my own inner chaos.

Without thinking, I approached him from behind and wrapped my arms around his waist, resting my head against his back. Grayson’s humming stopped abruptly, and he turned his head slightly, surprise etched on his face.

“Hey there,” he said softly, his voice gentle as he turned to face me. “You okay?”

I nodded, hiding my face against his back. “Yeah, just needed a moment. Thanks for the dessert.”

Grayson’s touch was warm as he reached back to stroke my arms. “Of course. I thought it might be a nice surprise. It’s been a long day, hasn’t it?”

I tightened my grip on him and took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus on the present. “Yeah, it has. But I’m here now. And I’m glad you’re here too.”

Grayson turned in my embrace and looked at me with a soft, understanding gaze. He brushed a stray lock of hair from my face, his touch tender. “We’ll get through this, whatever it is. Together.”

I managed a small smile, finding comfort in his presence. As we stood there wrapped in each other’s arms, the storm inside me began to settle, even if just for a little while.

Grayson and I began setting the table together, the clinking of utensils and the soft rustle of napkins creating a rhythm that felt oddly comforting. He hummed a tune as he worked, and I found solace in the simplicity of our task.

After a while, we moved to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. The warm, soapy water was soothing against my hands, a small but welcome distraction from the storm inside my head.

“So, how was the interview?” Grayson asked, his voice casual, but with a hint of genuine curiosity.

I glanced over at him, trying to gauge his mood. “I got the job.”

His face lit up instantly with a smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. “That’s fantastic, Elina! Congratulations! I knew you could do it.”

I felt a swell of relief and gratitude wash over me. “Thanks, Grayson. I was really nervous about it. Your support really helped.”

He continued scrubbing the dishes, his attention focused on the task. “I’m glad to hear that. You’ve worked so hard for this. I knew they’d see how dedicated you are.”

As we worked side by side, I noticed a subtle change in his demeanor. He glanced at me occasionally with a thoughtful expression, as if weighing something in his mind. “You know, it’s kind of weird,” he said eventually, breaking the silence. Grayson turned his head slightly, a warm smile spreading across his face. “You’re in a huggy mood tonight.”

I chuckled, trying to ignore the sting of my earlier emotions. “Just needed a little extra comfort today, I guess.”

He gave a gentle squeeze and returned to his task. “Well, I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better. Got some dessert for us. Thought it’d be nice to celebrate.”

I let out a soft laugh, trying to keep the mood light even though my heart felt heavy. “I guess I’m just feeling a bit more emotional today. It’s been a rollercoaster of a day, and I suppose I needed a little extra comfort.”

Grayson raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but respectful of my attempt to downplay it. “Really? What happened?”

I hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. “Just the stress of the interview and everything that came with it. I guess I’ve been carrying a lot more than I realized. It’s nothing too serious.”

After we finished our dessert, we settled on the couch with a movie. The flickering light of the screen cast a warm glow over the room, contrasting sharply with the chaos of earlier in the day. Grayson, despite his efforts to stay awake, soon succumbed to exhaustion and drifted off to sleep. His head rested lightly against the back of the couch, his breathing steady and deep.

As the movie played on, I found myself glancing over at him more often than at the screen. There was something so peaceful about his sleeping form, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness mixed with affection. The day’s earlier revelations had left me feeling vulnerable, and seeing Grayson so serene offered a bittersweet comfort.

I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. My fingers lingered on his face, tracing the line of his jaw with a soft touch. The tenderness of the gesture felt like a small, personal promise. My eyes began to well up, the weight of everything I had been holding back suddenly breaking through.

“I promise,” I whispered, my voice trembling slightly, “from now on, you won’t have to face the same darkness and pain again. I’m here, and I’ll do everything I can to make sure you don’t go through anything like that ever again.”

I leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, feeling a deep sense of resolve and love. It was a promise to myself as much as to him, a vow to support him through the rough patches and ensure that he would find more moments of peace and happiness.

As I pulled away, I wiped a stray tear from my cheek, feeling a sense of calm settle over me. The movie continued to play softly in the background, but my focus remained solely on Grayson. The comforting rhythm of his breathing was a soothing lullaby, and I allowed myself to sink into the quiet, hopeful for the days ahead.