Gemotions

The sterile white walls of the hospital room seemed to amplify the silence. Liam watched his father sleep, the lines etched on his face a testament to a life of hard work and quiet suffering. The prognosis wasn't good. Grief threatened to swallow him whole. He felt like his heart had been hollowed out.

He'd been urged to seek counseling. At first, he'd refused. Now, he found himself desperate for any kind of relief. He’d booked an appointment with a Dr. Reynolds.

When the therapist opened the door, a wave of nausea swept over him. The calm demeanor couldn’t hide the eyes of the boy who'd always tormented him. The same piercing gaze that had mocked his every insecurity during their school years. The same bully who had made him feel so small. His shoulders slumped, the burden on his chest suddenly heavier.