Gemotions

The lobby's harsh fluorescent lights seemed to bore into Amelia’s skull. A dull ache throbbed behind her eyes, mirroring the sluggishness that permeated every limb. She sank deeper into the worn armchair, the fabric doing little to cushion her. The receptionist, a woman with a smile that felt too bright for this time of day, buzzed her through. Amelia dragged herself to the indicated room, each step a monumental effort.

A familiar face, etched with a maturity she didn't recall, greeted her. “Amelia? Wow, it’s been a while.” It was Mark, the bane of her existence in middle school. The Mark who tripped her in the cafeteria and stole her lunch money. He gestured towards a comfortable couch, a gentle glint in his eyes.

"So," Mark began, his voice calm and measured, "tell me what brings you in today." Amelia sighed, a sound heavy with the weight of the world. She leaned back, her body instinctively seeking support. “Just… everything, I guess.”