Gemotions

A heavy lethargy had settled over Jessica. The world seemed to move in slow motion as she made her way to her appointment. She barely noticed the bustling street, her mind focused on the dull ache in her chest. Everything felt like an effort.

The therapist's office was surprisingly warm and inviting. Until she saw the therapist. It was Kevin, the boy who used to call her names and make fun of her dreams. He stood up, his face a mask of professional serenity. He gestured towards a comfortable armchair.

"Jessica, so good to see you. Please, sit down and tell me what's troubling you." Jessica sat, sinking deep into the chair. She felt a profound sense of helplessness. "I... I just don't know," she whispered, her voice barely audible.