Gemotions

He sat on the park bench, the setting sun casting long shadows across the empty playground. The swing set creaked in the gentle breeze, a mournful sound that echoed the emptiness inside him. He felt hollowed out, like a shell.

He fished out the referral form from his pocket, his fingers trembling. It was a lifeline, a desperate plea for help. He had no other choice. It had a name and number.

“Dr. Ashley Hayes, Therapist.” Ashley Hayes. The same Ashley Hayes who had made his life a living hell. He felt a sharp pang in his stomach. He was trapped.