Little Monsters | Unholy Trinity

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A/N: Who's here?

I apologize for the long wait! I am just getting back from a work trip, so updates will be a little slow at first, but I'm working to get these chapters I have edited scheduled for you guys to enjoy! Thank you so much for your patience.

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The space between the four women was filled with a deep sense of discomfort, tinged with emotions of unease, tension, and perhaps even a touch of vulnerability. It felt as if the invisible string that had bound them together, once a source of strength and unity, had finally snapped, tearing through the very fabric of their connection. This rupture surpassed mere physical threads, cutting into the emotional ties that had once held them close.

With every word that slipped from their lips in this session, the remnants of their once-solid bond struggled desperately to regain its strength, echoing the underlying pain and turmoil within their hearts.

"Every relationship can be saved as long as all parties involved are willing to put in the effort." Virginia crossed her legs and observed the four women who were struggling in their session. Although she typically worked with married couples, Virginia was willing to assist in any significant relationship. "Ultimately, the ability to save a relationship boils down to selfishness, pride, ego, and the level of dedication from each individual. Let's try shifting gears and delve into some role-playing exercises!"

"We love role-playing!" Brittany exclaimed, a smile breaking through her puffy, tear-stained eyes.

However, there was a hint of worry in her voice as well. It was evident that the previous conversation had left an emotional impact on her, and she had concerns about the potential challenges this therapy was presenting to their relationship. This session had been nothing less than a bitching fest for her girlfriends, almost to the point the blonde wanted to walk out of the building altogether.

Quinn's touch on Brittany's thigh brought a small tingle of comfort.

With a reassuring tone, Quinn playfully clarified, "Not that kind of role-playing, babe."

Although her words were light-hearted, Quinn's eyes showed an understanding of the seriousness of the conversation. She too feared the same worries behind Brittany's eyes.

"Grace," Virginia said, her voice gentle and compassionate, as she picked up a tissue box and positioned it on her lap. Her caring demeanor showed her concern for Grace's emotional state. "Why don't you try putting yourself in Santana's shoes? Imagine yourself as Santana, and let's have a conversation from that perspective."

"Okay," Grace acknowledged, giving a slight bob of her head in agreement.

Grace fidgeted with her fingers, attempting to evade Santana's gaze as a way to alleviate her feelings of guilt regarding her previous criticism of Santana's overprotectiveness towards their children. The women have spent more time bickering with each other than actually delving into their underlying emotions. It was overwhelming for Grace, and all she wanted to do was scream at them, for once, and finally get through their thick skulls that she was in pain.