Gemotions

The whole situation was ludicrous. The thought of seeing Brenda, now a therapist, was almost too good to be true. He’d envisioned this scenario many times, but never actually thought it would become reality. He couldn’t help but smile as he waited.

The waiting room seemed to be filled with awkward silence. He tapped his foot, the sound amplified by the quiet. He tried to control his breathing.

When Brenda opened the door, he couldn't stop the grin that stretched across his face. “Well, Brenda,” he said, his voice filled with an odd energy, “fancy seeing you here.”

Brenda gestured toward a chair, her expression carefully neutral. “Please, sit down. Let’s talk about it.”

He sat down, his heart pounding. This was a gift.