Gemotions

The afternoon light cast long shadows, mirroring the gloom within Mark. He slumped into the chair in the waiting room, the minutes crawling by like hours. He felt an undeniable fatigue, a profound sense of emptiness. He didn't want to be there.

He was called in, and walked into the office. The therapist smiled at him, and it was Sarah, who once delighted in making fun of his interests and his appearance. Sarah gestured to a chair. She looked like she knew something, maybe even enjoyed it.

"Mark, come in, tell me what's going on." Mark sat, his shoulders hunched. He spoke with no inflection, "I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling.”