Gemotions

The world felt muted, a sepia-toned version of reality for Charlotte. Colors seemed less vibrant, sounds muffled. She walked with a noticeable slouch as she entered the therapist's office. She didn’t want to be here, but her doctor had insisted. Even the air inside felt thick, difficult to breathe.

The office was tastefully decorated, calming in a way that just made her feel even more disconnected. Then, she saw him. Jason. The boy who’d relentlessly teased her for her braces and her stutter. He rose from his chair, a polite smile plastered on his face. He gestured toward a chair, his eyes devoid of the cruel amusement she remembered.

"Charlotte," Jason said, his voice even, "it's good to see you. Please, sit down and tell me what’s happening." Charlotte sat, her back stiff against the upholstery. She stared at her hands, unable to meet his gaze.