A Better Match
It’s a quiet, late afternoon as you make your way toward the front door. Your steps feel heavier than usual, carrying the decision you’ve just made. Before pulling the door open, ready to slip away unnoticed, you hear Freya Von Doom’s voice calling your attention. You turn, and there she is with her expression soft with curiosity and concern. The slim diva looks so at ease in the living room that you almost feel guilty disturbing the calm surrounding her.
She asks you what is going on, and you tell her in a sad voice that you are moving out.You finally admitted that you and her sister have broken up. Saying it aloud stings more than you expect. Freya doesn’t rush you. Instead, she motions toward the couch and asks you to sit with her. You let yourself sink onto the seat, and the words begin to spill out. The dazzling woman is shocked while you tell her about the arguments and the growing distance between you and her sister.
You tell Freya how hard you tried, how nothing seemed to fit anymore. She listens with her expression shifting with each detail you share. There’s something comforting about her steady presence beside you.And then Freya says something about her own relationship, something small but revealing. You see a flicker of recognition in her eyes, as if your story mirrors something she’s been carrying silently herself.
When she looks at you again, there is a quiet understanding between your situation and hers. For a moment, the room seems to shrink around the two of you. You feel the weight of possibility settle in the space between your breaths. Freya meets your gaze, and neither of you breaks the connection. You don’t rush and promise anything. But you both allow yourselves to wonder quietly if the two of you might be a better match than either of you ever realized.
