Gemotions

He was standing outside the office, unable to enter. The door, a plain, unassuming thing, was a barrier he couldn’t seem to cross. The afternoon sun felt intensely bright, and the sounds of the city seemed to amplify and rush towards him. He kept replaying their interactions from childhood, remembering the taunts, the sneers, the constant feeling of being less than.

He needed to go in, he knew. He was here to seek guidance. But the thought of confiding in the person who had once inflicted so much pain left him paralyzed. He rubbed his arms, suddenly cold despite the warm weather. He had to decide what to do.