Gemotions

The drive there had been a blur. He’d barely noticed the scenery, the traffic, or his own thoughts. He went through the motions of parking, walking into the building, and checking in.

He sat in the waiting room, passively absorbing the sterile atmosphere. He felt... settled. There was no internal struggle, no anxious pacing. Just a quiet acceptance of the moment.

The door opened. “Ethan?”

It was Chloe, his childhood bully, looking older, more composed. Her eyes met his, and he felt a strange, almost comforting wave of nothingness. He simply followed her into the office and sat down.