Gemotions

He’d always hated Tuesdays, but today’s felt different. A flat, gray nothingness pressed down on him as he sat in the car, waiting for the appointment. He had no urge to argue, no desire to run. Just a quiet awareness of the ticking clock.

Walking into the office, the sterile smell of lemon cleaner did nothing to rouse him. He took a seat in the waiting area, a space dominated by muted colors and soft lighting. He watched his hands, noticing how they simply rested in his lap.

When he heard her voice, the sound sent a chill down his spine, but it was quickly replaced by a sense of... submission. Her eyes, so often filled with cruel amusement in the past, now held a professional, neutral expression. He found himself answering her questions with a blunt honesty he usually reserved for his deepest, darkest moments.