Gemotions

The flickering neon sign of the bar cast an eerie glow on the rain-slicked street. Ethan sat at the counter, nursing a whiskey, the bitter taste mirroring the bitterness in his soul. Another failed relationship, another night spent wondering where he went wrong. He felt utterly adrift, a ship lost at sea.

His friends had suggested therapy. He scoffed at the idea. He wasn’t weak. He was just…unlucky. He reluctantly made an appointment. The receptionist had said, "Dr. Davis will see you now."

The door opened. Standing there, radiating an aura of calm that felt almost mocking, was Brad Davis. The boy who’d made his life a misery for years, stealing his bike and spreading rumors. He’d bullied him so viciously he’d had to change schools. Ethan felt a hot flush of anger and humiliation rise to his cheeks. He could feel his hands clench into fists.