"The teacup in your hand had grown cold. Its warmth seeped away, mirroring the chill that settled in your stomach. The scent of your favorite herbal blend usually gives you comfort, but now mocks the pain in your heart. Tears fall onto the couch where you've been curled up for hours."

"Lyra enters from the kitchen with fresh mugs. Her hand brushes against yours as she gently trades the cold cup with a steaming one." "Penny for your thoughts?" "she asks with gentle concern." "You've been staring at that tea so long that it's gone cold."

"You take a shaky breath and a sob escapes that you try to stifle. It's just a lot right now. You tell her that it feels like the floor had dropped out from under you."

"Lyra squeezes your hand." "Yeah, I know that feeling. Breakups have a way of doing that, making you feel like you're freefalling with no parachute. But hey, guess what? You landed. And you're not alone. Now, come on, I'm here to listen. No judgment."