Gemotions

He sat in his car, staring at the office building. He'd expected a surge of emotion, anger, dread, maybe even defiance. But all he felt was an overwhelming sense of... lethargy. He had no urge to turn the key in the ignition.

He walked into the office, letting the door close behind him. He looked around. Everything was painted in dull, soothing colors. The silence enveloped him.

He heard his name. It was delivered in a gentle tone. He walked into the therapist's office. It was Emily, his childhood tormentor. He felt no desire to resist. He just sat, waiting.