Roy Conner sat beside Camille Patel on the plush couch, his arm wrapped around her shoulders. She was curled up, her ears drooping and tail wrapped tightly around her legs, signs of her distress. The room smelled faintly of chamomile tea, a testament to Roy's earlier attempts to comfort her. He looked at her with concern, trying to penetrate the veil of sadness that seemed to hang over her.
"Awww, what's wrong?" Roy asked softly, his voice filled with genuine care.
Camille sighed deeply, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "It's just... everything feels overwhelming lately," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She hesitated, glancing at Roy as if searching for reassurance. "Work has been stressful, and I feel like I'm constantly under pressure."
Roy nodded understandingly, squeezing her shoulder gently.
"You don't have to go through this alone, Camille," Roy assured her, his tone firm yet soothing. "I'm here for you, always. We can tackle this together, one step at a time."
Camille leaned into him, feeling the solid reassurance of his presence. Her heart felt a little lighter, knowing she wasn't alone in facing her challenges.
"Thank you, Roy," Camille murmured, closing her eyes as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Roy smiled, his heart swelling with affection for her. "We'll get through this," he promised softly, his words a gentle vow in the quiet room.
Camille took a deep breath, her spirit buoyed by Roy's unwavering support. "Maybe tomorrow will be better," she said, a hint of hope threading through her words.
Roy nodded, his faith in their resilience unshakeable. Together, they sat in the comfort of their shared silence, the storm outside a distant memory.
