Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, watching the leaves fall, each one a symbol of the slow, inevitable decline he felt within himself. He hadn't laughed in weeks, maybe months. His usual vibrant energy had been replaced with a deep, pervasive weariness. The world was a blur of colors that he could no longer feel. He had stopped going out.

He’d finally agreed to see someone, anyone. The name on the doorplate felt vaguely familiar. When the door opened, his face went white. It was Kevin, who used to make his life a living hell.

Kevin greeted him with a practiced smile. "Come in, have a seat," he said smoothly, gesturing to a comfortable chair. The room was well-lit, the walls adorned with calming landscapes, and Kevin’s smile was warm and welcoming, but it was just a face.

“So, what brings you here?” he asked, his voice calm, collected. Liam felt an overwhelming urge to run.