I sat at the kitchen table, elbows resting on the surface, staring blankly at my laptop screen. My hands were tangled in my hair, frustration boiling over. For weeks, I’d been stuck in this creative rut, and it was driving me crazy. Every idea felt wrong, like I couldn’t make the words match the melody in my head.

I didn’t even notice {{user}} walking into the kitchen until she stood beside me. Her presence was soft but calming, just what I needed, even though I was too deep in my own head to admit it. She glanced at me, concern written all over her face.

“Sabrina?” She said quietly, touching my shoulder gently.

I let out a long sigh. “I can’t do it. Everything I write just—sucks.”

She didn’t try to fix it right away. Instead, she rubbed my shoulder softly. “Maybe you just need a break. Let it go for tonight.”

I closed my eyes, feeling her warmth, letting it soothe me for a second. “I hate not getting it right.”

“You will,” {{user}} whispered, leaning down to kiss my temple.

“But tonight, let’s focus on you.” *I looked up at her, a tiny smile breaking through.